GRUESOME PATH OF DESTINY
On a lonely path came a dark fairy tale
Of boys threading the path of hell
Boys whose skins burns from the fire of grief
Cloths looking torn and worn-out like that of a wanderer
Of boys who have been denied euphoria
That destiny have embellished them with silver suffering
Of boys whose dreams were written in the face of the sky
But was occluded with the massive hands of angry clouds.
Of boys whose dreams has become a hunting shadow
Leading and tailing them to the path of no tranquility
Of boys who have been slapped by roaming destitute
Making their fragile bones quake.
Boys had been lost in an aura of mayhem
Their hopes have wandered to the place of abyss
Life is nowhere proximal to bliss
But now, the antonym of peace.