By supriyamothay on 05/29/2011
I stand at the cross-roads, two paths before me,
One leads me to the place where I want to be,
I use my judgment to make a wise choice,
But my chosen path offends some other’s poise,
Slowly I struggle, but see myself yielding,
And my conscience continues its silent pleading,
But my choices are governed by other’s dreams,
And I get carried away by their choicest streams,
I stop to think, but do I have that option?
And then I defy my entire mind’s caution,
And cave in to the pressure exerted by another hand,
And decide to leave my wishes tightly canned.
I stood there
Decisions are governed
By someone else
What am I then?
But a doll
In another’s hands
© By supriyamothay On 5/29/2011 8:06:19 AM