Alive And Killing

I once knew this boy
Who was in his teens,
A dog tag around his neck
A pair of low waist jeans

A ragged shirt, streaked hair
Branded shoes, the thuggish stare
It all fitted him very well
Yet his darkest secret he would never tell.

There was one little piece
The jigsaw was missing
That one thing that seemed out of place
That one thing that didn't fit in.

He had everything,
Yet he seemed depressed
'Is it your marks? Your studies? '
'Why are you looking so stressed? '

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poem by Abhishek Vishwanathan
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