IN THE MORNING
A sunny day had come. A misty heart had been waken up. Uncountable souls lived again as the sun surfaced from its sleep-time. People were about to devour everything. They walked and gave their allure at the same time. Some of them were prancing, some of them were crying. But those all were lies. A little boy asked a policeman about how to do it. But one thing he could get was nothing. That policeman thought that the little boy was an un-home kid. So the little was easily arrested and tried to holler. But only the wind and his left footsteps could hear him. Nobody cared. It was still morning, but the world had given a little boy apprehension and early suffering.
