Too soon, too young

The pages were torn halfway

even the words left, were swept away,

by the wind or drowned 

in the silent sobs at night on bed

These days the ropes seemed tighter

the strings were pulled harder

Staring eyes drilled holes

everyone's hopes buried in souls

there was so much that went unheard

everyone claimed to know and cared

about life, the celluloid

about the privileges, one enjoyed

The crowns seemed heavier

and the gown seemed gloomier

even before we learnt to fly

off the cliff, we were pushed by

those who knew whats best

for us, or was it all for jest