I want to tell u friends,
about a boy,
thruout his life,
he had a small toy...
He never played with it,
when he was very young,
at tat age he cried,
at tat age he sung...
He grew a lil older,
and understood how to play,
He started then playing,
in his self-own way...
He gave it to some1,
in return he got it back,
Bt was sad to see on it,
a small but deep crack...
He shared it once again,
bt this tym with some wishes,
Again he got it back,
bt ths tym in some pieces...
On it the world was rude,
on it the world was cunning,
He wondered on the toy,
Coz still it kept running...
Thru out the boy's life,
its working didnt end,
The toy later became,
the boys best friend...
The toy u knw,
wasnt a car or a cart,
Yes,ur'll guessed it right,
it was just his "HEART".
---Anurag.
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