Its My Life Poem by Anand Shankar

Its my life, we all say
'I've got to live it my way'
But is it so? my eyes blink
As more n more I try to think

When born as infants
You are the doll of our parents
Molded and carved the way they mean
As you take a step forward and grow into a teen

Famliy's hope on your young shoulders
Trying to suffice you proceed further
Never do you find moments of your own
Tugged up with kins, you see the jobs done

And then, comes the twilight of age
And you find within a fine old sage
Later, dependent again on family
sans everything you die finally

'Its never your life! ' I heard someone say
Its others and not you who pave your way
You have to go through and live for them
In course, leave the footmarks and imprints of your name.