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Mommy deemed the three-year-old me as an honour
Said that I should become a doctor
Stethoscope and thermometer are in her gift bag
To spark the zeal in me, she set to wave a green flag. 


Daddy came all running to put a hard-hat on my head
Said that I should become a builder like his dad
I'll be a great architect, he believed, he already knew
He said it's inherited to me and is nothing new. 

Aunt wanted me to follow her baking love
Her skills, no doubt, deserve a bow. 
Cakes, cookies and all that she bakes
will now be taught to me, with no breaks. 

Uncle Tom said I should inspire the world with my words
He weens that they're powerful than the swords. 
An Orator or a writer, a counsellor or a life coach
Be it whatever, he says, I should be there for those who approach. 

Everyone has their plans for my future
Looks like I don't need school or a teacher.
I'll be home-schooled and trained every day
But should it start right from the 3rd birthday? 

I'm afraid they'ld stop talking to each other
As their dreams for me greatly differ. 
Keeping their dreams aside for a minute 
I thought of what I wanted, for a moment.

I want to smell the soil when it rains 
I want to swill down all the snow flakes
I want to ride a horse and tame rabbits
I want to make friends and take new hobbies. 

I want to build castles with clay
And play Peekaboo with Jill and Jay
I want to string the stars and crack the clouds to rain
Eat lots of cake and fake a belly pain. 

I love dirty feet and dusty hair
Clay and Crayons is what I care
Play, play, play the whole day
I plead you all not to block my way.

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