Will
My parents drew me out a life span.
I was sitting on the lifeless bed wondering what destiny one has.
Will power to surrender to the force, which is written in books.
I should have realized harsh optism that the cells created showed me up.
It is how one is joined together you can then predict your fate.
One’s soul joined to the hip yet you have no control of what happens.
An outing to a destination they told me was my life.
An order that you must follow you cannot answer back.
We believe in god yet everyone sees things in their own viewpoint.
A tickling feeling in my stomach I wonder why that is.
Parenthood created to make a family yet somehow it does not always work.
Two days of music sounding in my ear the sound of heaven.
A clothing design worn tied together the knot of my sacrifice to nature’s cause.
Those words I relentlessly had to say confined me to a sudden death.
A gathering of so many people I thought were strangers to me.
(Based on one girl’s true journey in life)
Copyright © Rajesh Sharma | Year Posted 2006
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