i know boys
who are trying to fit in a bowl
of social norms like
new wine in a broken glass
a boy has tears, he twists the arm of gods into sympathy even when same are drunk in divinity.
We wear our challenges everyday not because there are no suitable garments to be worn, but the society has made us to believe that we have no rights to express our emotions.
Don’t tell me to fight back the tears
if you can’t erase the pain
and when I begin to fade, my life becoming worthless, stones shall be heaped over my carcass, beside my father, who like his father, were stones uncracked by conditions and convictions harsh.