Treasure Island

Amann Aroraa

(28 March 1993 / New Delhi)

Sorry Pa, I disagree

Lost are words, numb is the feel.
Something's wrong but I can't feel.
On legs I slept as a child,
Shades of his figure, my paradise.
Whose sayings I heard and followed,
Whose believes I reiterated and swallowed.
But here is the generation shift,
Causing a little drift.
My arguing back, having my say,
Sometimes a bit rude, not meant that way.
He likes it not.
I can explain it not.
Lost are words,
Uneasy coldness.
Still backing my way
And the grooming he gave.
I believe in him.
So I believe in myself.
My end will justify
The means I employ.
For now, he is right.
And perhaps I am fine.

Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 10, 2014

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A take on the generation gap. Sometimes the youth has to take steps against their parent's wish but for good.

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  • Bri Edwards (7/21/2013 10:10:00 PM)

    i have read this once. i like the message you are creating. some of the english usage could use some work, and i will offer suggestions if you ask for them. thanks for sharing. dinner time! (Report) Reply

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