Fables are real compared to the reality that births them
Who can focus on life and probe its nature so patiently?
Life’s truancy becomes unbearable even to the misbehaved boy
How much muck can those hands gather?
Deface and defame the facade of life with vulgar graffiti
Unclean thoughts desecrate the mind at odd hours
Abuse finds its legitimacy in mainstream communication
A foolish mask that cannot hide the persistent apprehensions
When a child is forced to grow up hastily
To face the idiotic world where immaturity is the cynosure