By ANZAL KHAN
Let me tell you a story about a man with a voice,
So melodious and magical, yet deprived of a choice.
He descended as an infant born,
not knowing any hatred, grudges or vengeful scorn.
He began well, the toddler always laughing and happy,
not a moment too soon, he’s bawling and sappy.
A whirlwind of emotions, of blissful portions,
the man with a voice, but with no ultimate choice.
The lines blurred, scars were earned,
he’s a teen now, his soul churned.
Vortex of complexities, of casual impossibilities,
came crashing down upon him.
And no, he was admired, cared for and deeply loved;
all by his family and friends – scarce of any for,
yet no one ever told him so.
And that was their fatal mistake, leading him to believe,
that he was hated by his own fate.
The man with a beautiful voice,
silenced by the involuntary emotional repression,
a demon that we know as crippling depression.
The man had no choice, but a beautiful voice he had,
and so he penned down his feelings,
and behind the mike he screamed out their meanings.
Fires blaze, guitars rage and the crowd gets hyper,
dancing to the tune of his depression cypher.
He became a messenger for all,
Irish or American, Argentine or Brazilian,
he saves the lives of a million.
But the cries of a million couldn’t save his reflection,
and he gave in to the war we call depression.
Depression is a war as much as it is a disease,
a war that is often lost, never at ease.
And it could be anyone – your family or your friend,
or that one cobbler down the street.
So let us put an end to this hatred,
tell them that they are appreciated and loved,
that they are nothing short of sacred.
Let us unite and try to decipher,
the battles they have fought – their depression cypher.
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About the author: ANZAL KHAN
Anzal Khan is a young aspiring writer, aged sixteen, living in the city of Lucknow in the northern parts of India. Apart from writing, he’s also an avid football fanatic and enjoys the beautiful game as much as the next thing. The first book he ever read was ‘The 3 Mistakes of My Life’ by Chetan Bhagat. An ironic fact, considering he believes that to be his first mistake. He loves vegans, because honestly, he’s tired of gardening.
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