Happy was i, to pursue the dreams my father had for me....
Little was i then, for the world i knew was my sweet little home..
I grew a little more & so did my world..
Never did i know...When i had nurtured dreams of my own...
I questioned, i argued, i was extremely annoyed when questionned on my interests.....Afterall everyone has a mind of their own...
Now halfway through the path i wanted to take.....
i just looked back to see how happy was my soul.....
Like every other guy..somethings made my day...
I was happy when recognized...
I was glad when accepted...
I was rejoicing when appreciated...
by my family, friends, boss and peers......
After all, humane was i, a glutton for approval was i......
Just striked me, probably it was what my dad also sought from his son years before.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome.. truth of Life. Beautiful Poem