Let them be Themselves

A guy tall handsome and smart .. looked so fine .. was a friend of mine..
But his creators saw in him sparks of Einstein..
He Fought hard and won battles .. but only till class nine ..
Too late for theatres by then, he ended up at X bar with a bottle of wine..

never had a voice been more soothing to these ears ..
This nightingale could win hearts with a voice so melodious and clear ..
But he was made to dance at the tunes of Presley ..
Poor nightingale's legs proved too weak .. as he staggered and fell
broken .. slowly ..

His poems could move and shake people off their feet ..
He wrote on subjects concerning the country's needs ..
But his closest ones didnt approve his talent ..
And the pen in his hand was replaced by a random racquet ..

For his country he had enormous passion..
Wanted to fight and shed blood for his nation ..
But the brave lad was painted in the romantic shades of Hussain..
Confused with colours and meaningless sketches .. his life went in vain..

People who were born to conquer and rule ..
Were held back and bound by rules ..
They had nursed dreams to win hearts and fly high ..
But were made to run and fell down with a sigh .
Lost their way in life amidst of books racquets salsa and sketches ..
They force us to ask a question ..
Why couldnt they be .. just themselves ??