Society.

In the name of society,

You do such deeds.

You feel no pity,

What is it that you need?

Is it in you inherent?

We call you our parent.

Our dreams are crushed,

And when we try to talk,

We are hushed.

With all our dreams left unsaid,

A part of us inside, cries.

A part of us inside, dies.

Our heart is the place where the broken dreams now reside,

We’re now just bodies breathing,

Because our soul has died.

-Abhishek Gupta