The Boy who lived..

The Boy who lived to ..

                                 

Little rustic eyes,

toiled day and night.

And one day, his success

rung far and wide.

The spotlight glimmered,

the boy shivered,

The spectators jeered

& he scrambled for a space,

quiet and unnerving.

He found none.

The glitter, the fame

enticed his innocent mind.

Slowly, he was taught,

‘Bad is good’.

He asked ever so modestly,

“What is good then?”

“Hahaha!”, came the response.

Clearly there was none, around him.

Gradually and gently,

the boy inside him got lost.

The boy who lived?

The boy?
Lived?

“Haha”, the soul catching Satan smirked,

in satiety.