By Pushti Bhojani
One screen, two plays,
Fear of truth sneaking out on days.
Pressure of a whole trundle,
On a needle it stays.
Parents want an obedient nerd,
For them it is the ideal gird.
In the pace of fulfilling their dream,
It's own colors have been forgotten by the bird.
Pressure of peers for him to be chic,
As they judge him in just a click.
Bully you if not reach the standards.
Fear of being treated like a trash or sick brick.
Striving for some fresh air, he gets suffocate.
Among the judgy crowd can't find a true mate.
The mask held on the soul so fine.
Authenticity to escape, can't find a gate.