That lad was then feeling like walking on air,
Since, he got the chance to express himself first time for fair;

He said,
We symbolise a batch of lakh fans,
Whose life revolves around sharp blades' might,
Moving forth only doing numerous rational fight;

Our feelings are prisoners of age-old chains,
Crying all alone residing in their mains;
Want to escape chamber calling out their trueship,
Longing for freedom, yet it remains elusive;

Some say only girls can sacrifice,
But our reuniciation is always kept disguise;
Our burdened hearts ache with hidden emotions,
Our cries always silenced by false notions;

boys don't cry.
I am eager to know that, why?
These statements then comes in action,
Our emotions for them seems to be a fiction;

But let...