this is a real story, the boy exists in real, i am his friend
In a school where laughter reigned,
Amrit Bera, a boy who often sustained
The jokes and jeers that pierced his heart,
But deep inside, innocence set him apart.

His study percentage, lower than most,
Became fodder for laughter, a mocking host.
Yet his spirit remained untouched by scorn,
A gentle soul, with sadness deeply worn.

A smile he wore, a mask to conceal,
The weight of his sorrows he'd silently deal.
Helping others, his heart always did extend,
But never receiving aid, he stood alone in the end.

No friends to share his joys or fears,
He turned to writing, a refuge through the years.
In stories, he found solace and release,
A world where his imagination found peace.

One day in biology class, a moment of glee,
Amrit, like a child, collected papers with glee....