Even if you are shouting at the top of your voice
‘I don’t want this I don’t want this’
nobody will listen to you:
you are like a cloud blowing through the sky
like a twig getting drifted away in the river
like a particle of snow in an avalanche that’s speeding up and it will not stop
you like a leaf wafting in the air with the wind; falling at someone’s feet
getting crushed underneath it
You are like the strings of a guitar lying idle
And only speaking when they want you to
In the larger scheme of things you’re like a dot on the planet and does it really matter what planet you’re on?
your little life is one entire universe and yet the universe is not what it seemed to be:it’s expanding as I’ve been told
90 years later nobody will know what you did,how you lived your life, what shame you brought to your family,
because you will be dead and wasted,
you will be burned on the funeral pyre maybe in thirty or forty years do you really want to live a life that’s dictated by the norms of the society so that you can save your face?
You are like dust settling on the mirror But it only gets murkier when you try to clean it with a duster
You lament that you should not have grown up so fast
you lament that you should not have been the eldest one
now your entire life is one full of lamentation there is no escape
So what do you do?
You shout at the top of your voice
And no one will listen.