She left him, he didn't have the right job and caste,
Composed not to cry ,he slept ,
Next morning he looked at his hand that promised to hold her forever, like every other day,
But this day he forgot the reality,
The guy became a boy ,eyes broke down ,
Heart throbbed, he woke up ,bathed,
Carried his broken heart and chased his middle class dream,
How many hands are there to wipe a guy's tears ?