How I Turned Writer - Poem by Harsh Joshi
'High profile profession', some said,
'for lowness won't fetch you bread'.
But somewhere deep in my heart, I knew,
to do that which made me glad.
'Era with competition at its peak,
To win, you ought to be unique'
For such uniqueness, never made me happy.
'Wealth over wish', sounded a bit crappy.
'Richness can bring you all you want.'
Still I knew, the real delight, it won't grant,
'Wishes over Riches is what fools do',
But my wish was enough for me to get through,
The world seemed questioning at my decision
All I knew, was I had the right vision.
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