We are all humans
We all have feelings in some form
Some happy, others sad
Why, hasn't this been the norm.
When a person wins
When a person feels sappiness
Be it a boy or a girl
Both can communicate the happiness.
But when life is harsh and
Everything around descends into madness
When there are troubles abound
Not everyone is allowed to express sadness.
One class of humans have been taught
Since time immemorial
To face all the odds and
Be strong until their burial.
Today, I can't help
But wonder why so-
Wasn't the same heart given to all
So that they might as well feel and know.
The class I'm talking about is - He
They also know and understand and feel
If only they could cry
It would be easy for them too to heal.
But no, tears are a sign of weakness
A source of sympathy and shame
Each day he agrees to die slowly as a rule
Only to stay in society's game.
But you know what- sadly,
This author has already forgotten what tears are
Hence, considers them extremely lucky
Those who can cry to heal their scars!
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(Will be updated- there are so many aspects yet to be discussed)
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My Kaleidoscope
Poetry{WP_Poetry featured✔} #6 - 25.06.2018 in #Poem Poems that will try to make a difference, poems that will try to inspire. And hopefully, poems that will try to awaken your sleeping spirit. Book cover made by @LadyMeringue
