You might have faced it before, Just when you think, to be free, You are handed over a task, To choose an apple from a tree.
You know, You can think, You can write, You can sing, You can dance, You can play, You can swing, You are capable of doing many things.
Yet you are asked to leave, Most of them behind. Just to choose a part of one, Which may be never of your kind.
One easily becomes a slave of other, And does whatever he's asked to, But it never works this way, When you search yourself someday.
Things are much worse and challenging, For a kid who's just been out of a high school, Confused ideas roll across his mind, As conditions and offers drive him crazy.
A bit of exposure will help him to succeed, Will realize how things work beyond the walls, Definitely help him to plan his proceedings, To mature and stand still against the storm.
Today when I look at my subordinates, I find them shifting thoughts every now and then, Unawareness of what they have inside them, Will fade away if they continue to work this way.
People prioritize things as they wish, It may depend on their needs and luxuries, Each one is free and has authority to decide, Hope they may succeed with wings they fly.
Life is hard for some people. They can't see the good in a day. I like the vision and thoughts create by your poem. I believe if someone set the examples. People may envision hope and a better life. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote
The privileged authority, the freedom to choose and the faculty of reason - its what defines us as a human being. But we learn about these gifts only through passage of time. Well penned.
Life is hard for some people. They can't see the good in a day. I like the vision and thoughts create by your poem. I believe if someone set the examples. People may envision hope and a better life. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote
Sagar S. Waingankar (1989)
Rather a simple human-being. Suspicious about different behaviors around and questions that make me high from childhood, now illustrating them through poems. I write, whe.. more..