HE FOUND HIMSELF

This poem is about the children,teens or i should say everyone who are constrained to keep the hopes of other people alive.In this process,they either quit or just kill their passion and innerselves.

ONCE A KID WAS SHOWN A DREAM

IN DREAM HE SAW AN INFINITE STREAMS

SCATTERED WERE A THOUSAND OPTIONS

NEEDED TO PICK ONE FROM THIS FANCY COLLECTION

TROUBLE COMES AS OFF COURSE DILEMMA IS QUITE BITTER

ONE HE WENT FOR THE RESTS LOOKED FAR BETTER AND GLITTERED

IT WAS A JUDJEMENT TIME FOR THIS LITTLE KID

OPT A PATH OR JUST QUIT IF IT FITS

HAD NEVER GONE THROUGH SUCH A LOW

WHAT WAS THE REASON?WAS HE ALWAYS FORCED TO BOW?

WAS HE NEVER ALLOWED TO MAKE A CHOICE OF HIS OWN?

OR COULD HE NEVER STAND AND ALWAYS HAD A LOW TONE? 

THE QUESTIONS STORMED IN HIS HEART AND MIND

FINALLY A LIGHT OF ENLIGHTENMENT HE FINDS

NOW HE REALIZED HE WANTED TO BE NONE SECOND

BE THE FIRST HIMSELF AND THIS STRUCK IN NO SECOND

YES!I NEED TO LOVE MYSELF,I NEED TO BE WITH MYSELF

THE TROUBLE WOULD TAKE A LIFE-LONG REST AFTER I BE MYSELF.....

Reviews

[Karan Modi]

Loved the Description accompanying your poem. Nice topic.