TRYST FOR SOLACE
Sitting in the office looking outside the window,
I saw a little child he was dull and utterly mild
He was staring at the cars which
were constantly passing by,
As if he is asking ‘Please help me else I’ll DIE’
No-one stopped their car to help a little neonate
Pure adolescence was crushed away in TRYST FOR SOLACE.
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