A Mayhem

The Boy is sitting by the window

And looking at the crowded streets,

Which is filled up with a blend of cacophony and melody

And it is becoming a little hard for him to comprehend-

This amazing amalgamation of Godly parody,

But the Boy is watching the continuity

And this dwindling world is shaking with a fake verbosity

Some questions are spotted through his eyes

And it is unknown who spotted that

But those questions are very much twinkling

And the answers are somehow clouded in the sky

But those little eyes are waiting for a glistering stars

And waiting for a chloral to remove some pathetic scars.