By Nitin Singh
There must be written something between the lines
That normal mortals cannot fathom,
Intended for the discerning few-
Which will hurt them when the story comes.
A slightly bent spine and compromise,
Sadly, almost everything comes for a price.
Full some laughter when a smile would do,
Words of high praise-never meant from you.
Are you really happy living half a life?
Or do you sometimes turn in bed
And stay awake the whole night?
There is only one life-and it is to be lived:
Without pretense,
Without fear.
Oh God, what would such a person give
For living a full life-
And at the end, looking back,
Tell himself,
"After all, it’s not been a complete lie."