Busy life , busy schedule,
forget the past ,
bring out the roaring spirit,
some day you'll rise,
those friends I have made,
some greet me with slaps, everyday.

Those friends I had,
they greet me , with punches at my back.
Someone said that I was a loser,
someone said that I was pitiful.

Some loves crushing the balls,
some likes kicking with full force .
I didn't utter a word,
but my life is hellish as well.

Defaming others, blaming for own crime,
throwing pebbles, caused my head bleed,
The swelling was very much big,
I didn't complain, though I was not stupid.

People complained, I did loose in exams,
those gossips in the neighborhood,
made me cry in solace.

Height doesn't matter, but knowledge did,
Love and attraction, are mere distraction indeed.

I lived a life in the forest,
which has concretes and tars on the roads,
Higher buildings with higher status,
I felt uneasy to live in here.

Some said Chinese, some said Nepali,
someone even questioned my origin.
They took it as a joke,
I felt used to it.
© Nihal42