Hey Girl, Yes you!
Tell me how you doing in life?
Remember that essay you wrote in class five
The classic what if ...and your lovely page three
It contained an ocean, in just words two fifty (250)
Each one of us in a class of thirty
wanted to do something beyond call of duty
There was a terrific scientist, a super human doctor
Also, a confused I wanna make papa happy engineering star!
We dreamed, we wrote,
Then we settled with our autonomous roles.
Thought, that was essay to please the teacher,
It was about scores. Few remarks in yellow report card.
That essay, nope! wasn't me
Settled she called, this is my journey
Cook, feed and her availability
Said she, "I will be less for someone to be More"
Some or the other way, few of us scaled
And became.. what we ought to got to be
This is for my friend, whom I lost
Who could not be, what she thought she would be
Disturbed, I wondered
All those essays that I doted way back when we were twelve year old
Who came in between?
Why the words look so hollow, so empty
Dare you not call this fate and destiny
I ponder,
what if all that we wrote had we achieved somehow!!
Would the world map looked little different than it is now ?
We all want some roof, some bread, and some stability
But look at the price the twelve year old dreams pay!
To earn this security
Irony! I am in..
We all started together, why we could not finish together?
Hey Girl, I wanna ask
Have you heard the word .. Restart!
For All you teaching your four five year old,
They will achieve a bit More,
...if they see you achieve what you wrote in your respective stories
Let that essay writing not die an unnatural death
My sweetheart, My darling
Life is asking, same old question
Have you Claimed, Your position ?
Tell me how you doing in life?
Remember that essay you wrote in class five
The classic what if ...and your lovely page three
It contained an ocean, in just words two fifty (250)
Each one of us in a class of thirty
wanted to do something beyond call of duty
There was a terrific scientist, a super human doctor
Also, a confused I wanna make papa happy engineering star!
We dreamed, we wrote,
Then we settled with our autonomous roles.
Thought, that was essay to please the teacher,
It was about scores. Few remarks in yellow report card.
That essay, nope! wasn't me
Settled she called, this is my journey
Cook, feed and her availability
Said she, "I will be less for someone to be More"
Some or the other way, few of us scaled
And became.. what we ought to got to be
This is for my friend, whom I lost
Who could not be, what she thought she would be
Disturbed, I wondered
All those essays that I doted way back when we were twelve year old
Who came in between?
Why the words look so hollow, so empty
Dare you not call this fate and destiny
I ponder,
what if all that we wrote had we achieved somehow!!
Would the world map looked little different than it is now ?
We all want some roof, some bread, and some stability
But look at the price the twelve year old dreams pay!
To earn this security
Irony! I am in..
We all started together, why we could not finish together?
Hey Girl, I wanna ask
Have you heard the word .. Restart!
For All you teaching your four five year old,
They will achieve a bit More,
...if they see you achieve what you wrote in your respective stories
Let that essay writing not die an unnatural death
My sweetheart, My darling
Life is asking, same old question
Have you Claimed, Your position ?
Wow! This is beautiful! What talent! Thanks Ami for sharing your insights and talent with the world. You are truly an awesome writer/poet/teacher and the list goes on!!
ReplyDeletelittle bit jealous, why only for your friends... this story is for every one. but your writing is giving the vision and courage to look back and see and feel and then RESTART
ReplyDeleteThank you for inspiring me!! I value you so much!!
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