I looked at a boy too happy,

he made everybody chappy. 

His smile was joyous and his spirit for life was pious,

I thought to myself what does he eat,

that negativity he easily cheats. 

The sparkle in his eyes was divine,

like he was born to shine.

 An afternoon,  I saw him crying behind a car, he was lying. 

 Marks on his skin were visible,

he was beaten typical. 

He said nothing just smiled ,

showing nothing about all that piled. 

His mother was no more and his father would beat him to the core. 

The little boy shared no pain and he tied his emotions with a chain.

 His pain made me wonder, how he hid his tears under….

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