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Your Road, My Destination

A long awaited cry
Breaks the silence
It brings a smile on faces
And a flutter in the hearts

Questions pop: name, gender
Its eyes are closed
Not knowing what the answers mean
Present deciding the future course

Each and every moment noted
While it was just having fun
The other “great minds” draw conclusions
Eyes are now half open, trying to make sense

By the time the eyes open completely
Time has flown, it is “now” a he
He has been stamped, decided for
Now he has to live up to it

The struggle is his own
The destination is not
Being the “guy” he is
He is still able to excel

The body sits through classes
The mind, about rhyming words
Hands move to take notes
Fingers chart a different course

College, marks, degrees and jobs
Everything going as per plan
Now even with eyes full open
He has lost track

But then, one day
In a gap between interviews
The pad and the pen invite him
And he scribbles once again


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