We all have free soul
My mom greatest worry and towards
same I am doing scurry. She wants
to hide me from everyone but i am not
a piece of metal akin to gold or diamond.
I am breathing and have my wings.
I want to go out and play with my friends.
Do I have any friends? I have no one
no one no one. My uncovered legs
are a matter of fear, and now they are turned into smear.
A teen life is more like an old
No fun nothing left. Thats an irony
Copyright © Mehak Vijay Chawla | Year Posted 2021
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