Not My Role Poem by Soumita Sarkar

I know I am wrong
Grossly wrong on my part
That part which I play as a mentor
Mentor of many minds
Minds that can fault
Fault out of their choice
Choices that they make are not kind
The kind of thoughts they have
Thought that is not sensible
Their senses are developing
Developing into a giant tree
A tree that doesn’t have seeds
Seeds that are not winged
Wings that can support childhood
Childishness at times roars
Roars to show their place
A secured place in adult world
World of their own
World of their fancy
World of their innocence
World of their own