A boy who looked forward to September
Figured his lucky number is 37
Had bigger plans since he was 11

He wore a wicked smile
His ordinary black eyes
Glowed with passion
When he talked about his ambiton

He thought he had everything he needs
To set sail through roadstead most likely to succeed
But he knew no better

He liked to play his guessing game
Not too good at sarcasm
Which he tried to hide
He was a carefree being
Who adored his headphones
Indifferent about love
Nonchalant about emotions

Not once was he on time
Would never answer your call
He enjoyed dressing up
& a ride to the nearest mall

But he too can get vulnerable at times
He cares but he himself didn't know
He too was afraid but he wouldn't show
He held onto his pride and ego
Even when he was scared of letting go

I hope he learns to love and live
I wish he reaches wherever he Dreams to be

'cause he is just a boy aiming to be a Man...



P.S. My close friends know how punctual I can be😅, so if he is late that means he is beyond late😄 & for the record he might be staying in some sort of cave cause the call never went through for him to answer :/