When I was a boy, I was told not to cry, Because I was taught, "Boys don’t cry." I learned to control my emotions, Never letting my tears flow down my cheeks. As a teen, I faced intrusive thoughts That held me back in my studies. I was teased and bullied by schoolmates, While teachers discriminated and insulted me for my marks. Each word and action Carved a scar deep in my heart. When I became a young adult, I felt the ache, the tender sting, In quiet places where changes cling. I woke at night, my sheets turned cold, A mystery unraveled, still untold. I felt the throb, the unfamiliar strain, A silent turmoil, a nameless pain. I walked this path, unknown and bare, Through fleeting shame and courage rare. I faced the nights and dreams that fell, Through aches and growth, I stood well. For in this pain, a truth I’d see— The boy I was, becoming me. I graduated, Relished my academic years, Fulfilling half my dreams— No
The virus is changing the way we live in many respects, even refining some of our inappropriate habits. We can not fully tolerate on the virus, but there is some mistakes which is from our side. The main problem of our is, lack of hygiene and some of our bad habits that we should stop it right now, in which we can prevent the spreading of diseases. We can notice that many people have a habit of licking finger to count the currency notes and to turning the pages of the book. It is a type of an unhealthy habit that many of us had developed. It took the virus to put a full stop to the habit. The virus has also added some civic sense inside public washrooms. Loud retching and open spitting and blowing of the nose have been the norm at washrooms sinks. Another thing is many people cover and then sneeze and cough, but they never use any tissue or handkerchief on their hands while they are sneezing or coughing. If they only covering with their hands and does not wash, the particles a