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Oct 2018
I am on a street
I have to choose a path to take
I do not know if the roads will ever meet
This is a decision I do not think I can make

I am trying to make a choice
What do I do , I don’t know
From behind me I hear a voice
Telling me where to go
Now all I hear is noise

People shouting at me
Louder and louder
“This is what you should be”
Pushing me farther and farther

“Stop,” I yell “let me choose”
But my efforts were in vain
For I had already been pushed,
To the path that I must take

The path is steep
I am confident about the start
So to go forward, I take a leap
Only to find I want to depart

The next few steps were a struggle
For I did not read the map
All I heard was my confidence rumble
But I never left the path

I found some help along the way
They made my travels fun
But they did not stay to my dismay
I feel like this journey will never be done

I see it, it’s finally concluded
The road has ended
I no longer feel secluded
But I felt once again, that I was to be muted

For I had another road to take
I waited for the voices
But all I heard and saw was the morning wake
Now, it seemed I will make my own choices

This is now my choice to make
I feel bereft
For others always made the decision I had to take
I went left

The journey felt like it had been going on for an eon
I learned to enjoy the journey, not knowing where I was headed
Just kept going on and on
And to my luck the road never ended
Written by
Rumi Iqbal  20/M
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