Written by: Neha Godambe

C hristopher, my name
H e is a strong man, they claim
R ugged, fearless, on my toes as always
I n the mighty palms of wits, my core lays
S urvival of the fittest and fit is Christopher!
T hen why does my heart often sob like a girl?
O h! I shouldn’t have said that! It’ll now spoil my image
P seudo-strong is my heart, trapped in a fragile cage
H elpless I feel when those emotions enclose me
E yes shed tears, speak the lingo of poetry
R egardless, Christopher is my name. I am strong, they claim!