creasing his brows together
Simply dressed in pale blue clothes
he rested his head up on a armchair
He had nothing to boast of
no handsome looks or six pack abs
even his hair fell dryly on one side
without being spiked or worth calling it cool
Flesh on his bones clung enough to comfort him
and smile appeared for fraction before being further ridiculed.
Who would care for his humility or his genuineness in this world
where gimmicks and superficial living is treated better and preferred?
He ain’t any popular or socially tagged as being smart
yet the simplicity he carried weighed too much for him, a real painful curse.
His calm composed face didn’t reflect his innermost feelings
rather he quietly burned the turmoiled ashes deep inside his soul
Who would anyways care for a heart that he had
Spiked with love and packed with dozens of good deeds
A heart that knew how to beat for others sacrificing his own happiness or dreams?