Papa says, ‘My son will be doctor’.
But Mom is in favour of engineer.
Uncle expects me to be sport star.
Again Aunt’s desire is singer.
All give me toffee. A hope I see,
On their eyes while feeding my tummy.
But wish I to fly with bird.
And to run with hart’s herd!
Miss teaches science, Sir maths,
School is to make me learn all the arts.
Can ye teach me to build mountain,
Or how to dig fountain!
Is there anyone to ask me?
What I want to be!