His Sacrifice

By Jeevansh Balachandran

Once in a dark shady night

Not aware of his purpose in life

One was born with not much to own

Not aware he’d grow up to be alone

Scarcely talking to anyone about his life

Staying shut behind closed doors

As all of their luxuries were all so classified

He was looking at his parent’s hard earned life

Being average in every way

From looks to books everything the same

Not having a dream to earn name or fame

But to start living life, rather than to try survive

He felt outclassed comparing his rags to their riches

His cuts were so deep, even the threads couldn’t do the stitches

Not a wounded body, but mind and soul

He was trying to find something worth living for

He owned a very beautiful soul with no sins to remorse

Trying the best he can to help his family survive whole

He lost alot in a very short amount of time

Family to friends, trust to happiness, all of it disappeared with time

But even with teary eyes

He smiled thinking everything’s gonna be alright

With a very tiny glimmer of hope he continued to live

Not aware of what kind of a person he’s going to be

He never lived for his own, but for the people around him

Sacrificing all his dreams just to see his circle smiling

Embraced all his pain and emotions behind a beautiful smile

But no one ever realised that he was already dead inside

He wasn’t weak he’s just been too strong for too long

Trying to spread happiness, he never asked himself what’s wrong?

They ask him what he did for others, when he spent his whole life for them

Listening that, he giggled outside but inside he felt insane

Now, when he looks back at his past

He finds alot of things he regret

Wonders sometimes, if he had other options

Or were his decisions the only right choices ?

He has felt like an outcast for the most of his life

Overthinking, anxiety and depression were his only allies

Always ended up picking up the short side of the straw

Still trying to cope up with all the precious things he has lost

Since he was born he’s lived his life for the sake others

Never asked himself what does he wanna do?

Nor gave himself the time when he needed to

And now when he looks in the mirror

He doesn’t even know who is he talking to

And now as he’s standing infront of his own grave

He sees a child crying for food, his heart still aches

But he wasn’t very different from that child in some way

He didn’t want any food, but was crying to find a safeplace

Now before he’s about to take step in the everlasting world of darkness

He’s dead inside out but wonders why does his heart still aches?

All the sacrifices that he made, did they make him stand apart

Or were those weren’t worth anything from the start?

By Jeevansh Balachandran