Sunday, June 28, 2009

A teen’s age

Walking along the road; a sunny day,

Tired and thirsty I lost my way,

Every direction I could see,

A different way, a different place to be,

Some appeared smooth and bright,

Others portrayed darkness and fright,

A novice I was, biased to the bright,

Did not wait to think the other side,

May not be as bright as this,

So I just stepped ahead in bliss,

In the way came a fold,

All that glitters is not gold,
I turned around to step behind,

But the way to me was totally blind,

As quoted “if you cannot beat it join it”,

So I refused to forfeit,

Walking along the road ever minute every second,

Killing my conscience as it beckoned,

Just ended the journey with tears by my side,

Nothing at the end I could not abide,

Only once if I had asked for a way,

Singing with joy I’d happily stay,

But that was my part of fate I feel,

Only one wish granted to me I will,

Just sit at that junction where I began,

So another wanderer in a further span,

Would see my pitiful state,

And think at least once, to choose the right gate.

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