The lovely lad

Stars in his eyes and thunders in his head,

the boy wandered to find his share of bread


the directions he treaded were proving so dreaded
The deams in his head felt shredded

His kith was more equipped for the war
often he wondered why were his efforts below par?

a ray of hope was nowhere to be seen
as his efforts were beginning to dim


The blaze carried was ferocious
Only if, he could light the lamps so pious


One day he gave up as he slowed,

That day he saw the light at the end of the road.