So Many Lizas Are There.... Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

Liza is a school going teenager.
Her mind is like a tube rail;
Often a spacecraft...........
Her parents find it like a palace
With a thousand riddle-doors!
Forget it for they`ll never explore....
All they want is she must be a doctor;
They say, the family needs a doctor!
They want the fruit of their efforts;
They want the fruit of their choice!
Who should care what Liza`s mind reads!
Maybe she wanna be a singer or a dancer
Maybe she wanna be somebody
After her choice; a little queer.
Oh no, she has gotta be a doctor:
Her parents love to see her only as a doctor!
Who knows what lies ahead?
Look, Liza cries abed!