By Nayonika
I’d fear the day when I would have to choose —
Between my beliefs and my beloved.
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I’d condemn such an existence,
Where I’m trapped,
Between the abyss of resentment,
And the restless waves of unforgiveness.
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I’d abhor if ever there came a time —
When I’d only mimic someone else’s plan.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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