Being Crucified

Born as a child with thousand dreams,

Family rejoice around hearing his melodious screams;

Preferred the left as he grew up noticing feud family scenes,

Little did he know his happiness sooner looses its ever-glowing sheen;

Mr. Middle class grows up to be a plumpy little boy,

He was quiet and smiling, yet none bought him his favorite toy;

Discarded by his big man , he was left to gasp out joy,

Calculated as his first woman, he had so many moments in deny; 

Darker was the theme which he grew around ,

People and places became a hatred spot to surround;

Continuous Negativity injected by his loved one eloquently in his veins ,

He never relished the aura of a family and the scars still remains; 

Up in the teens and he was surprisingly talented to redeem his name,

Squashed was his dream and heart imploded with anger and shame;

Ordered to fall in line and made to become uselessly lame,

People around find him lazy and he was the one they blame;

Love was never taught to show and give,

Yet he managed to understand the world and live;

He was once flawless and happy in his very own space,

Never to be seen again the happiness in his smiling face; 

A new life and a new beginning is what he thought as he set to fly,

Soon he realized it’s about time he was made to crumble and cry;

The day doesn’t end without a fight , swearing and pain,

All the effort to make it work runs through the drain;

Unnatural became his work, unfruitful became his talentious wish,

Survival became his theme and he had to swim the shark pool as a fish ;

As time goes by he struggle to maintain his shape and size,

Health deteriorated slowly to slice him painfully nice;

Death as I live is not a sudden situation going through now , 

it’s the build up from the past which is killing him somehow;

Future days remains dark as he doesn’t see a ray of light ,

Alone he dies as the world around him torture at every sight; 

——————————-Sabarism—————————