Caution: The poem is quite long. But, if you get in tune with it, you’ll never know when it gets over.
I was born; everyone was happy,
I didn’t have anything but smiles and tears,
But the world taught me not to cry,
As I was a boy and boys needed to bear.
They set rules and boundaries for me,
They taught me how to speak in a language,
They told me what was right and what wasn’t,
I didn’t decide on any turning page.
I slowly began to grow much bigger,
My organs had developed quite a lot,
My voice started to become hoarser,
“Decisions are made by elders,” they taught.
A part of me did not want to follow them,
“I should be allowed,” I said.
But my voice was nipped in the bud,
My ability to decide died before my death.
Then it was time to leave school,
I chose a path for the first time,
But I felt like I was making a mistake,
Since I had only known how to mime.
I had joined an undergraduate course,
They made me learn Caesar and Macbeth,
When all that I wanted was to read romance,
My ability to blunder died before my death.
Still happy, I graduated after a few years,
I got a job in some good company,
But they pressurized me with new workload,
And I had to do everything to earn money.
I still accepted whatever my bosses told,
On my health, I decided to lay a wreath,
But my peers couldn’t see me succeed,
My ability to stay happy died before my death.
I found a girl, with whom I fell in love,
I didn’t know that it wasn’t true until,
She left me after a year and three months,
I cried but hid it from the society, still.
I found another girl; the end was the same,
Love, now, became no less than meth,
I couldn’t differentiate between love and lust,
And my ability to love died before my death.
After years of tireless job, I retired,
I wanted to travel all around the world,
But my health wanted to keep me back,
So I prepared myself and unfurled.
I chose to work out and be fit,
But my body didn’t quite give in to it,
I failed in my plan and let myself down,
My ability to be able died before my death.
Still, I didn’t lose hope but worked out,
Within a year, I fought with my troubles,
And went to a foreign land to see its beauty,
To enjoy and bring back experience in doubles.
My decision remained lively and joyous until,
I started to be on the receiving end of hatred,
Of racism, of bigotry and of prejudice all along,
My ability to discover died before my death.
Finally, I couldn’t walk or talk much,
I became an old, bed-ridden grandpa,
When I pondered over my long life,
I realized that I hadn’t lived at all.
I lived in fear, unable to do anything,
Only did I know before the last breath,
That I lived not for me but for others,
And I had already died before my death.
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