Defeated Soul
My niece’s classmate committed suicide. He could not bear class 12th exam stress and opted for an easy escape. I don’t know who he was. But still I feel for him from the bottom of my heart. it's from me; to all; on ur behalf:- Mum’s desires were too high, My tiny mind was too shy. Dad’s dreams were far too big, My modest hands couldn’t deal. Rat race was blind, My slight foot couldn’t climb The rest of them all were ahead, My ghostly fears pushed me back. Glimpse of the light outshine sometimes, I see dark circles always besides. How can I cope up with it all? Let me go with my defeated soul.