Not Buddha, Aniruddha Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

When I die, at the Pearly Gates to wait,
Let Him not ask: why I lived not like Him,
Christ nor Gandhi, nor like any a great,
But rather, ‘Have ye lived up to thine dream? '

There's no one in this world made spot like me,
Nor my mission nor goal, nor yet my wit;
Inspired for sure, but I strive ME to be,
Motivated, let me, me alone beat.

Taught are we to measure up to the tall
In life, at schools to align with the class,
I seek footprints that my own can I call,
I've goals to set, and tests my own to pass.

Not he that lacks courage is called coward,
He that seeks to conform within a ward;
No, let me not copy creeds of Buddha,
I'm here to be none but Aniruddha.

Born am I but to fulfil my own dream,
O to rise from depths of bottom— like cream.
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Musings | 02.03.11 |