The Irony ✨

Bourgeois Guardians ✨

There is a tall boy in my biology class,
Always distressed, A little angry
he tolerates his arrogant boss only because,
he does not want her sister to sleep hungry,

There is a raven haired girl next door,
Says she is wounded and alone,
narrating stories of her crafty lover,
in a moment, his heart was replaced by a stone,

there is a smart boy who works at a bakery,
a little awkward, a little shy,
says his maternal uncle is always unimpressed,
no matter how hard he works, how hard he tries,

I listen to their tragic stories every day,
tears, jealousy and heartbreaks,
try to console them, tell them how sorry I am,
honestly, for them my heart aches,

But a part of me is jealous of them,
envious of how somehow they are better off,
They can hate the villains of their lives without remorse,
and how, if they get a chance, they can easily cut them off,

Because the criminals of my life are different,
not some unknown juvenile lover,
not some non-important next of kin,
my heart was scarred by my guardians and protectors,

My first promise was broken by my mother,
promise of kindness, unconditional love and care,
as she hit me to clear her head of frustration,
I dare not question her about her affairs,

Attached strings to my limbs and crushed my dreams,
First person to make my cry was my father,
his sole purpose was just to drown in riches and gold,
instead of being a protector he was more like a commander,

they were merely two strangers,
driven by insatiable lust and worldly desires,
found each other better for their reputation,
together made an interesting combination of an infidel and a liar,

they gave birth to another stranger,
child for the world, for them I was just a precious object,
to show the world the picture of a perfect family,
Unfortunately for me, I was their new project,

as the world envies my expensive shoes,
I crave for a home like theirs,
as my parents commercialize my achievements,
they never took notice of my dreams or fears,

Not sure from where I got this gene,
the part of me that wants this unfamiliar affection,
I mean shouldn’t be the offspring of materialistic monsters,
also be a seeker of glamorous attention?

As I weigh down under their pressure of their facilities,
as I carry my expensive purse and hold my car keys,
part of me feels guilty, part of me feels incomplete,
Where do I take refuge? When will my heart be put to ease?

-A/N Alright yeah sorry, it's a lot of updates haha.
Basically it's Eid on Friday and I'm going to Kashmir with my family. Kashmir is a paradise, all green and forest-y. But well it's not a very advanced region so I won't have internet Until Sunday. So yeaaah, Lots of love to everyone, I hope somebody misses me 😂

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