To choose between the brain and heart
A fierce struggle in my thoughts is about to start
'Whether to hold on to Science or to switch over to an Art'
'What field would be good for me; where to work hard'.
Starting from childhood memories towards this end
What I choose to become or what I really am: I cant comprehend
Though I have aquired some knowledge and gained enough strength
I am now a brainless and my heart disheartened
With sorrow, confusions dreams and ambitions
I now fail to complete my mission.
I am worried, scared, staying up all night
While my inside remains involved in this gruesome fight
I do dream of making money and achieving great height
But I am now an Old Eagle that has lost her flight.
Negativities have got whirled up in the gyri of my brain
I am hopeless now, not letting my nerves to strain.
I am weary, discouraged and unexcited all through the day
'While the Sun shines bright, yet I make no Hay'.
So if I'd be opting for Fashion&Design
"I'd not find perfection in me", says the heart of mine.
Okay then I'd cling back to my preprations for medicals
"Alas! By misfortune, if I fail again..."the thought stops my pulse.
The former field may bring me fame glam and money
Money I'd love to spend on Diamond and Platinum jewels
Jewels? ? I still mean the 'Stethoscope'; It is where happiness dwells.
Again if I drape myself up in unique brocades
And show myself up in the perfect Indianness
It would be marvellous to put on my own creations
And make them the world's centre of attraction.
But then again I would regret that 'Nobel White Coat'
And may cry my heart out till it chokes my throat.
A Doctor? That I always wanted to be
Or a Fashion Designer? Where would my happiness be
And where would I find the true me?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Naima Ansari. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.