Its been so long,so long a time that I have pondered this ,
Its not today ,its been a while that I’ve found life amiss,
I don’t complain that I have less and I do not want more,
A tender doubt lies in my mind,a question that creates uproar,
My father wishes me to play , every sport with elan,
My mother dreams to see me grow, a darling woman of my clan,
I have a friend who tells me that I should begin to write ,
My strength lies not in my sword , its with my pen that I fight .
A man becomes what he sees in his prime
Either a frail pod yearning for nourishment or a blossomming tree,invincible sublime
Oh how do I choose , the path to take,
A decision I guess its time to make
For listening to others my heart has grown numb ,
Its true call I fail to fathom ...
Its been so long that I can't hear , a lost soul in utter despair ..
I try so hard to clear this doubt ,
Scouring the sounds for voices within,suppressing those that stand with-out ...