He cry on small things,
And sometimes smile without a reason.
He doesn't know how to change like the season.
But sometimes he feels suffocated,
And this world seems to be a prison.
He cries to see someone cry,
He smiles when he sees someone smiling.
No matter how beneficial it may be,
He is still afraid of lying.
He still loves taking the window seats in train,
He is carefree from the tensions and pain.
He knows as long as God is there,
No sincere effort can go in vain.
He may look weak,
But he's too hard to chain.
He's still living inside me, and reminds me what he wanted to be,
The kid inside maybe silent these days and numerous times he may have cried, but he hasn't died.