I’d fear the day when I would have to choose —
Between my beliefs and my beloved.
I’d condemn such an existence,
Where I’m trapped,
Between the abyss of resentment,
And the restless waves of unforgiveness.
I’d abhor if ever there came a time —
When I’d only mimic someone else’s plan.
I’d pity such a person,
if so I ever became such,
Who’d only see the world as black and white.
I’d shun such a being, if ever I lost my own respect,
For it’d mean I gambled away my whole wealth.
I’d want not such wits,
Where neither a sincere purpose nor a noble thought sits.
I’d dread such an unfortunate life, where
Expectation refuses to meet us; even half-way.
And I’d frown upon the day
That I’d only evoke scorn, no longer envy.
But most of all,
I’d cease to be–
If ever I lost the spirit to raise my voice,
The unquestionable ability to rejoice,
And the simple liberty of choice.
Nayonika is a Mechanical Engineering student from Guntur, Andhra Pradesh. She writes to express myself. She also is a passionate reader and an avid gardener.
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