Little boy,
With a big smile that healed the world,
He walks with grace and love to share.
I see him,
I see him beyond the walls he has put up,
I see his little wounded self,
I see how he needs someone to listen,
But the world put him on a pedestal,
And now even on days he cannot smile, he has to.
On the days he needs to be healed, he is the healer.
On the days he needs someone to light him up,
He is doing the lighting,
And little by little,
Day by day
His light becomes dimmer.
Little boy,
I see you,
I hear you.
Niice piece.
Little boy carrying the weight of ‘be a man’, ‘men don’t cry-its a sign of weakness’ on a daily
I see you.
Adding this line to the poem. Thank you.