Want to roam around naked But have to wear branded clothes to impress To look nice That is the conflict
Want to seeΒ Β beautiful women But have to behave ,look nice
Want to be an carefree animal But have to be well behaved man That is the conflict
I am somebody else But have to be something else That is the Conflict
I think all of us feel trapped at some point in our lives. We can not do the things the way we want, we have to follow societal norms.We feel bound . This poem of mine tries to depict those feelings