The Delibrated Rove Poem by Sunny Chopra

Coerced sort of subsistence
where soul doesn't belong

The right that was in earnest
with time gone awfully wrong

Just a step in front of last one
in a rather melancholic mode

Where each avenue is familiar
most streets earlier strode

Routine at times is daunting
with longing for spirit to sway

To ditch comforting environs
step out in a jumbled array

The lot would try and dissuade
for your sensibilities to deter

Difficult may prove final call
on path which one would prefer

Expected or if were otherwise
some point in future would spell

Heart's precedence prevailing over
what your head was trying to tell