Tthejen, The young boy

Tthejen, The young boy

A small boy, 

Lived in Lunaura.

Tthejen his name was,

Always had a fascination for Santa Claus.

Now An orphan maybe,

But before, he was an only baby. 

Lived in one of those smaller clouds.

Clouds, whose name was Haybie.

Since the age of ten,

He grew a Wren

And with it, a hen.

Only means of living then.

Lean like a twig of a tree.

Could run at a speed of 2 times 3.

Someone who did not know how to greet.

Did not know the king or his seat.

Such a tiny person, went on with the hardships of life.  Never married nor had a thought of having a wife. He was, can say, content with what he had, lived in a way he loved, desolate, solitary. His hen gave eggs which he sold for 6 pence. He used to earn around 24 pence. The rest was all thievery. A fast runner, an acrobat. He had no grudges on anyone. Nor did he have someone to care about. But soon, some unfortunate day, some unfortunate morning, a someone would change his life forever. 

Someone aware of everything!