Memoirs Of Many Forts Poem by Somendra Gaur

Young hearts, tender souls, so harshly treated,
Forced to grow up too fast, their innocence depleted.
Dreams and hopes trampled, like flowers in the rain,
While the 'gurus' take credit, and shift all the blame.

Pierced by friends' words, that cut deep and true,
Confidence shattered, like a mirror that can't be renewed.
Emotional scars linger, like wounds that won't heal,
While some relatives mock, belittling how they feel.

Yet these young spirits rise, like phoenixes from ash,
Building fortresses around their hearts, shielding from the lash.
In their strength, they create a prison, a lavish jail,
Locking away emotions, hiding their true tale.