Hey Ma

By Aryesh Maurya

Hey ma, I'm yet to make you proud, isn't it?

My name and behind it a crowd, isn't it..

But ma the crowd is forgetful and spineless.

You saw them kill, whom they bowed, isn't it?

Their tough ears heed to benefits lone,

And you know i crack when I'm loud, isn't it?

If it was as easy as fighting, killing, dying,

Every son would return in a shroud, isn't it?

Got pruned to fit in a 'good kid' frame;

Only good, tamed kids are allowed isn't it!

I condense art and outpour myself;

Yet some curse, a raining cloud, isn't it?

By Aryesh Maurya