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A boy meant to be strong
And unbreakable but here
Contradictingly wrong
His heart lay shattered in chaos,
Broken inside by circumstances.
Growing up he never knew wht
Peace meant, trying to
Cease the burdens of
 his folks. 

His head lay heavy
For a teenage boy with a lot of 
Responsibilities, 
Honey he must bring
Home a lot of money.
Born with a lot of dreams
But the situations has
Snatched away that beam.
He is a boy, does that make
Him not fit to feel low.
Darling do not pry for
Once let him cry!

His face reflects indifference,
Not troubled by anything that
 goes in and around his life,
Unbothered,tough and husky,
But oh boy Iam afraid ur eyes do
Not co-operate the way ur face does,
To conceal perhaps what's truely within.

He was born to be muscular not sensitive.
He was born to reflect strength not weakness.
He was born to be a bread-earner not be a domestic worker.
He was meant to soar high but
The thread of commitments that keeps
Him binded wouldn't untie him free.
Did anyone stop to enquire whether
He was alright, when all they wanted to 
Know was:'O beta, what's ur salary?'
'Which company do u work for?'
'U live abroad right?'
Sick of these monotonous questions
How long will he keep lying to himself
That he was well off alone,
Tiring himself for his family's
Living.

After all what did his soul 
Frankly yearn?
Perhaps a soothing company,
Freedom from the shackling liabilities,
Run away to a faraway land where nothing would perturb,
Pull off what he 
Loved since childhood,
Follow his passion 
for once in his entire life,
To Let his parents know
He was born to Live 
For himself and not to 
Live by coinciding social norms..?
His is a story rather incomplete
To be told!

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