My Style ….My Way….! ! Poem by Pooja Karnani

My parents were not able to sleep at night
Because the dogs in the street were having a fight,
They were growling and shouting to show their might.

In the morning I slept for long,
My parents figured out that something is wrong.
On the wall of my room I wrote a lyrics of a song….

When they entered in my room,
Conclusion was derived very soon…
They were not able to sleep because of this snoring goon..! !

The lyrics were written in English,
The movie to which they belonged was British,
To their ears my voice sounded snobbish.

The dogs that were growling,
My parents came to know that it was me in the morning…
The expression that they had on their face was frowning
And my sweet dreams started drowning…

My parents started to teach me a lesson-
"Singing in such a manner is not a fashion,
Music may not be everybody's passion,
It should be followed with caution."

They say…
Because I am not the best,
My throat needs a rest,
Birds who would listen to my voice will leave their nest…! !

So what! If I cannot sing like Baby Bash
My singing sounds like an aero plane crash!
I will sing the songs of Akon…
So what if like him I cannot rock on..! !

It's futile what others say,
I stop singing this is what they pray
As my voice resembles an animal stray! !

This life is long
As melodious as a song…
So sing it
Enjoy it
Dance to it…
Appreciate it.
Let others say what they wanna say
It's MY STYLE MY WAY..! !