I manifest the human form,
Born in India - a colourful land,
Knew I not that this cradle will hurt,
Flying in my eyes not just sand,
But such an extreme storm.

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I had some dreams as a boy,
They were put into a young heart,
My mom wanted my royal wedding,
I dreamt that my heart is treated,
Never did I dream as a toy.

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But alas! This heart was a child's toy.
It's doomed to be broken - shattered.
Love is supposedly a melodious lyre.
It's fragrant in stories & even poems.
All that can be arranged is this pyre.
My life's fairly disheveled - scattered.
But in the end, I remained just a boy.