My
Choice
I don't want to do
this,I want to do that,
I don't care if I am
not thin, or I am fat.
For you, blue means
sky or it can be sea,
but for me, I choose
to colour the things,whatever I see.
I may not be the
brightest on this Earth,
but surely I know,I
am something, with some worth.
I want to make my
choices,for myself,
I am happy to be a
hero for someone,or to someone,an elf.
HE has carved each
of us different and special,
but we are busy in
wearing masks and doing faux facial.
How hard it is to
know, what makes one happy and gay,
and how easy it is
to say your say.
Don't let your voice
drown in the waves of other's noises,
But sail in the boat
of confidence and feel good about your choices.
World will stop you
at every step and will pull you in a quagmire,
But the
universe,will present you a rope of hope to come out of situation,so
dire.
Its our duty to
follow our heart and pursue our dreams,
Don't let others
decide if you are hay or a cream.
After the
sun-set,the sun doesn't mourn,
because it
knows,the next day,it will be re-born.
One day,someone will
be proud of me and give me a pat,
because I did not do
this,I did that.
