I cried out my dreams when I was young
I had no worries where it’s going to end
I used to hug my mom and tell her that
I will surely kiss her in my graduation hat.
The aspirations were high and the energy to wait
I was ready to write my own fate
I wanted to write the world’s beauty with my hands
Becoming a writer was my future plan
Used to read and write all stuff I felt
Be it my future or the situations I dealt
My friends used to read and hit like
I considered it a victory of my own type
Started growing up and living up my passion
But passion is never enough for sufficient ration
The creative hands were now typing the resume
It was my need, or my family’s whatever you presume
I thought the world was quite facile
But corporate is never happy or juvenile
Wanted to earn money though corporate
Never know being fake was its trait
The hands which were paused to think
Were given a keyboard instead of ink
I was told to work fast because there is no space for
slow
Fake smiles, relations and concern make you grow
I still gathered all my hard work to satisfy them
I abandoned my writing and made endless attempts
I was trying to be the part of the hard workers row
I was called and told that I was very slow
I gave a break to my passion at one instance
But giving them all I had made no sense
I was broken and questioned my conscience
My confidence was shattered at every expense
My will cried out loud and was begging to be free
It doesn’t wanted to be leaf of this corporate tree
Where people are never judged on what they are
But on the flattery they have done so far
It might me the way things work here
But all I expected is a little care
For my hard work and sacrifice
Never saying “no” and being wise
Now I m going to open my wings and fly
I won’t lament for my past and cry
Because corporate made me learn
Every time reward is not what you earn
I will throw the keyboard and hold the pen again
Abandoning all my monetary gains
I will write the every emotion of this human life
