There's somewhere a boy, unaccustomed to share,
How he feels or what he wants to be;
For his decisions aren't his own till he grows up,
Yet from childhood, he's burdened with responsibilities.
He needs to take the family name forward,
Make everyone proud and satisfied;
For the throne is made ready since his birth,
Where he'll sit valiant and dignified.
He doesn't get to choose what his weapon will be,
For the scepter is inherited by him;
He's the unlucky heir entrusted by sentiments and coercion,
Sent off to the war even when he's not ready.
He shall be a man and withstand the consequences,
Of what he shall discern and decree;
For there's always a boy, unaccustomed to share,
How he feels or what he wants to be.
- Paras Khurana