My boy
By: Sovit Adhikari
Pennsylvania, USA
My boy sits guided over the book
Holding it too tightly
with a thin hand and tense of uncertainty.
My boy stares
At the black symbol’s and something close to
Which loathes and saps his concentration.
To me a word unlocks
With strike of vast delight
But merely a boy has the key.
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