I remember that day
A decade and some more ago
That white mist
Swirling outside those buildings
Monsoon or was it pre.
Never mind there was the promise of rain
School days
Were officially over.
"I am glad I passed"
Peering at the roster
Pinned to the wall.
I had grimaced at the grades
A few points short of a perfect score.
And then life caught up.
Big city, big college
For you...
While I stayed back
And felt it years later
When I walked by some places
I could have gone to
But didn't
But always called it choice.
Which is why I found it awful
When you dismissed
My hard work
Years of relentless pushing on
Trying inch by precious inch to move forward
Calling it Destiny
or Fate.
For you maybe
I forged my own path.
5 comments:
This poem really reached deep within me and disturbed me. Don't really know how to respond to this. But ya, I kinda understand
Touching!
I couldn't understand, though, if you're addressing someone, or addressing your destiny. But that's not to mean my compliment above is insincere. Just that I've two possible (only slightly different) interpretations for your poetry, and both are touching!
Take care.
Good that you realised the choice was forced and forged your own path
interesting, a little difficult to understand the real meaning but interesting blog
Loved how you said this... but I don't believe in destiny, so I hope this is addressed to someone (not destiny), and you intend to continue to forge your own path.
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