There is a boy in 13
Melbourne Street.
No, not the one who runs
to the ice-cream cart to
pick the mango stick.
But that 21-year old boy,
who buys black rose each
day to put over the grave
of his memories, when
he had to left his mum,
and his beloved Mary
whom he wished to marry.
The boy who groaned when
his brother broke a leg,
despite getting angry at
him for playing football.
The boy who lived!
But this time he's Severus
Snape, who lives in my
memory.
Do you know the boy
who I'm talking about?
The boy, who plays Adele's
"Someone Like You" and
listens through his left ear,
as left is lucky for him.
And he tries to blame
himself for having
settled down with what
life has offered.
The boy who is not strong
enough to control his
emotions, thrashing those
who say "you aren't man
enough".
Nah! He isn't
manipulated so easily
like Shakespeare's tragic
heroes. He ain't the cause
of his own doom!
Now, could you relate to the
boy who I am talking about?
Yes, the one who ravaged
those who tried putting their
hands on his vulnerabilities.
He is the boy who tried
saving his emotions in a box
hammered on each side
with six nails.
The boy who seems
divine like the scarlet balloon
in both the hands of a 5-year
old innocent child.
Yet, he is atrocious when it
comes to those who try to
knit their clothes from the
skinny threads of his
beloved.
He is the boy I am
talking about who lives 2
blocks away from your house
yet you are repulsed
by him. Yes he is the one,
I am referring to!
Melbourne Street.
No, not the one who runs
to the ice-cream cart to
pick the mango stick.
But that 21-year old boy,
who buys black rose each
day to put over the grave
of his memories, when
he had to left his mum,
and his beloved Mary
whom he wished to marry.
The boy who groaned when
his brother broke a leg,
despite getting angry at
him for playing football.
The boy who lived!
But this time he's Severus
Snape, who lives in my
memory.
Do you know the boy
who I'm talking about?
The boy, who plays Adele's
"Someone Like You" and
listens through his left ear,
as left is lucky for him.
And he tries to blame
himself for having
settled down with what
life has offered.
The boy who is not strong
enough to control his
emotions, thrashing those
who say "you aren't man
enough".
Nah! He isn't
manipulated so easily
like Shakespeare's tragic
heroes. He ain't the cause
of his own doom!
Now, could you relate to the
boy who I am talking about?
Yes, the one who ravaged
those who tried putting their
hands on his vulnerabilities.
He is the boy who tried
saving his emotions in a box
hammered on each side
with six nails.
The boy who seems
divine like the scarlet balloon
in both the hands of a 5-year
old innocent child.
Yet, he is atrocious when it
comes to those who try to
knit their clothes from the
skinny threads of his
beloved.
He is the boy I am
talking about who lives 2
blocks away from your house
yet you are repulsed
by him. Yes he is the one,
I am referring to!
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