Even at 21, I'm not allowed to go outside the house without their permission Solo-trips remain an unachievable dream And to them feedback and criticism are things only they can give to me Not vice-versa. But well, that's how it must be For all Indian middle class fam.
After spending so many years Close to you I realise you're no monster But, neither you are the divine That I believed you to be. Maybe just human Understanding, but sometimes humiliating Loving, but sometimes inconsiderate. And now i don't know what to do with you.
Couldn't lead, fearing I'd lead you astray Couldn't follow, unsure if I could keep up with your pace Couldn't walk alongside, worried that you would hold my hand