The Funny One: A Poem


Every day he questions his existence,

Every day he negotiates with life.

They say childhood scars follow you around

So, why the hell are they called golden?

His schoolmates labelled him the ‘funny one’,

In college, he was the ‘loner’.

His desk job barely pays his bills

And he’s on pills to control his ‘condition’.

Why couldn’t his mother be kind

Like the mothers his friends talked about?

Why couldn’t his father hold back

The blows that agonizingly knocked him out?

They say they just wanted a perfect life for him

And now, look, how he has turned out,

A mere skeleton protecting a static heart

And they still call him the ‘funny one’.

– Rubani Kaur

Photography Credit: Unknown

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