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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required 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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