If it would be the toy
And might that be broken.
He could be wept bitterly
In pretending form or real
May be the different matter.
The child has lost his dad
But he is unaware with the fact
That what is the mean of death.
He sees the scene of farewell
All his closest and nearones weep.
He thinks why and un-affects.
His dear mother burst into tears
She seems completely broken
For him doesn’t matter.
He is of only nine year
He doesn’t understand the mystery.
He is raw & unaware from the worldly facts.
He doesn’t know the worldly woes.
He weeps for his broken toys
But not for his broken father.
He remains ease and unreactive
Where his father has been carried
What is the last rite for deads?
He isn’t familiar with these facts.
He is lucky in one form
He is unaware from all facts.
So he hasn’t experience broken moments.
But when will he grow up
And familiar with all worldly facts.
Then he would be broken
And wood complaint God.
Ah God! You didn’t justify
But at the one stage he would experience
Yes, then he would role up complaints.
Then he wouldn’t have agonies
And would not lement for past.
But good he hasnot seen
Yes the mirror of life.
