Flashback

Old and tired, from work retired,

You sit with an archback, go in a flashback,

You’ve played a good life’s game,

Weather or not you wanted the same.

At age of twenty, when choices are plenty,

 Doctor, scientist, you want none,

Bad sad enough you have to choose one,

Actor, painter, musician or you wanna be a cook,

Or maybe a traveller with just a tour book

But you cripple under pressure and so alas!

Become what you hate, the working class,

But sure the life goes happy and fun,

So what , you lose  the battle one.

Now you’re twenty five, and there she is,

Your work collegue, for you a bliss,

You love, laugh and want it to last,

Battle two begins, your new opponent is “caste”.

You talk, convince and even fight the war,

But the end is clear, they win you loose,

‘coz in this jungle they’re the hungry tiger, and you’re the helpless moose.

Today you have a daughter, a son and a wife,

So what if you never wanted this life.

You could have won, had you stuck through.

But you chose the other way, and lose battle two.

The past is what you can’t erase,

Snap back and live a brand new phase,

‘coz the one to blame is you but none,

As there were many who stood up and won.

But sure the life was happy and fun.

So what you lost when you could have won.