Want to roam around naked But have to wear branded clothes to impress To look nice That is the conflict
Want to see 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