this poem describes my delimas in life, my confussions and finally my wish to be myself. |
What i want in life, i really dont know. what role i want to play, if life be a show... Should i be a daughter, daddy's little pet. A little bud in garden, which hasn't grown yet... Should i be a sister, a chum at home. who'll stand with you and for you, when you get scoldings from mom... Should i be a friend, a candle in the dark. a shoulder to cry on, a direction to mark... Should i be a lover, and make vows of eternal love. a love, beautiful and pure, purer than the heavens above... Should i be a student, who's temple be his school. who's God be his teacher and books be his tools... in the search of truth, should i be a seeker. that who really is the king, of the stronger ands the weaker... a nomad, should i be who travels land and seas, and explores and wanders from place to place, like a gypsy.... should i put my thoughts into words, and be a writer. who believes in the freedom of tongue and mind, and that the pen is mighter... i dwelled upon these thoughts for long, but finally put them on shelf. and ask a question- can i.. can i be myself? can i be myself, be free as a bird. be free enough and not follow the customs of the herd? can i race to the end of the world where the sun goes down, and find out if really the earth is round? can i make a world where all women and men, hold hands and don't fight over why, where and when? I've thought enough, now tell me no need for anything else... and tell me, can I.. can i be myself...? |