I feel many time isolated
But I console it with the fake smile.
I don’t have muscles to fight I just have thoughts and pens to write.
So I present every youth’s story with an unwanted poetry.
Welcome young man, he exclaimed with a joy!
Retiring from his job my dad says
What is your further plan boy?
I thought and said
A b-tech
or
An MBA graduate
Umm, not my type of things dad!
I want to be
a writer,
a observer
a photographer
and
a tv anchor.

Dad’s generally glad to hear that
But mine was little different.
I guess it’s the difference of time and Ideology we have.
Please allow me to do what I want to do.
Not that you want me to do.
I exclaimed
But he neglect.
He snubbed me all time but he was the only one who peeps in my room every night.
Our motto of life was same but some how the way of grabbing it was different.
Digging the ground to search the niche I wake up all night.
But I couldn’t able to find as such to preach.
Something was missing
Something was hiding
Is it because of that gap?
Or it’s all because of our ego?
I’m still finding!

By-Manorav Arora

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