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Samrat Saha

The Little Boy

Dear flower,
I have seen you grow.
Once a little bud,
Now a blossomed flower,
Soon a withered soul.
You are like that little boy,
That one, running around in the field.
He is a bud, like you once were,
And one day he will blossom.

You are lucky flower,
Every spring you get to start anew.
But for this little boy, there are no second chances.
Every mistake sticks to him like glue,
Every one weakens him till he fades away.
But he is still a bud, still free.

Little boy,
Do you see that flower?
It always cycles throughout its life,
Nothing new, just following its circular path.
But your path, your path is straight.
There is always something new coming ahead.

I look back at these memories,
But I can no longer find that boy,
Now he has disappeared.
I have always wondered where the boy went.
Looking into my own reflection to see if he may be lurking inside,
Looking into my past so that I may find him again.
But then I finally realize,
That boy is dead.
He has hatched and flown away from his nest.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]