Walking down the crowded lane,

Again convulsed with a similar pain

With everyone around following the fad,

The things on our minds are mostly sad.

Battling our fears, we try not to die,

What option do we have than to lie?

“Oh, I am doing absolutely fine”

has become our front-runner line.

Of these pains, of these fears, of these lies we are tired

We yearn, to be the ones who are admired,

The needlessness of loneliness pricking our chest

Our exhausted souls need some rest.

We lay down on our bed,

With eyes mostly red,

Left with no words on the lips,

We dream too high of the happy trips.

Wrapped in the arms of the dark night

We need a hint of the positive blue light.

 

There is no need to show sympathy

Just make us believe that life is worthy

We do not know wrong or right

Just tell us that it is worth a fight

All we need is friendly shoulder to kneel

All we need is, professional help to heal

You know, we can heal,

We believe, we will heal.

Harshita Batra

VSE, 3