The Lost Track
I was nineteen years old,
Studying for a Science degree,
I used to be sad and sulky,
This wasn't what I wanted to study.
Then why was I studying Science?
Because of my parents' pressure
But I wanted to study Arts,
That is what I preffered.
I often wondered,
What life would have been,
If I would have been allowed
To fulfil my dream.
It would be better than now,
Whatever it would be.
Because if that was the case
I would have been happy.
I studied everything.
I passed with good marks.
I never bunked lectures.
I was attentive in every class.
But I didn't care about all that.
Though teachers appreciated me,
I was still not satisfied,
And used to be sad and sulky.
But I often got tensed,
As of one thing I had no clue.
And I often wondered
After college what I would do.
Whatever it would be
I knew I wouldn't be happy
As I was interested in something else
But didn't get an opportunity.
After college, I came back home
My parents were smiling at me.
First time in my life they asked
What I wanted to study.
I told them what I really liked,
And about the lonley time I'd spent.
It was at that time that they realised
What loneliness really meant.
They asked for my opinion
How did they change so suddenly?
I was completely stunned.
If I continued with Science,
They agreed I would be sad.
At that time I thought
They were the best mom and dad.
And quite surprisingly,
They spoke what I was waiting to hear
“Go study what you want to”
My eyes were filled with tears.
And today, five years later,
I can say this with a grin,
That in the end I turned to study
What I was interested in.
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