wishes are like..stars

they take the shape we want them to be..

the small boy wished there were no bombs today

he wished the sky today was cloudy not blue

then they won’t come..he will be alive

The little girl wished, “that”uncle will never come

she screamed and screamed when he came

she wished it to never happen again

to her and any other little girl

she wished she would die

the pain was unbearable..she had been burnt

she wished she wasn’t born a girl

that nobody should be even born a girl

He wished that they wouldn’t see him

they would tease him for being like a girl

he wished he wasn’t a boy

he wished if people could understand

The wishes are forming shapes

shapes of questions..which we run away from

for wishes sometimes reflect the pain

that only silence communicates…



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