My Choice...

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.