roots

till that last ounce of emotion
lit up
till those exaggerated poems
he once wrote becomes a reality
till the school books
turn into big lies
till the track of his tears
disappear
till every thing that once mattered
lose it's importance
till he realizes
that you don't meet many people who'd stick with you till last
till he falls in love
deeply and truly
till he starts replying to the letters
because he wants to
till he paints down his own emotions
and not for some pretty girl he wants to impress
till he starts drinking
not to get high
till he starts giving his punching bag
names and characters
till he learns to smile
at the liars
till he starts to forgive
because there's no way out anyway
till his mistakes become guilt
and that guilt burn his insides
till he gives up those english songs
and starts understanding the folk
till he is back to his roots
till then,
wait,
because then only your Boy would be home. - roots / m. sandhu