The existence of an individual human being
is that what you call a life,
but for me life is not about just existence,
instead it's struggle and strife.
Struggle to achieve your goals,
strife between dreams and reality
there is one life of who I am
another who I am supposed to be
I am standing just in the middle,
for everything I have to look left and right,
left tells me to earn money and money
right tells me to write.
Left tells to choose your parent's choice
right tells to keep loving your LOVE.
Left tells accept what society expect
right tells to chase and shove.
Left tells to hide your feelings
right tells to scream and cry
left tells to accept what they bitch
right tells to debate and justify.
We all know the RIGHT is right,
but its hard to left the LEFT,
for you it may be a life, but for me
its a story of dreams which they reft.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem