Even before I was born
My destiny was torn
Away from me to have to rights
To ever speak my mind
The day I was born
Thought it will change your mind
When you see your sun.
But even then, I was wrong
Your pride has turned
You into a stone.
I remember my mother telling to me
I have to be what my father wants to see.
Because he wants the best for me.
And I should be grateful for it.
As I grew up to the age
I fell in love with the pages
Of book made of stories
That calmed my worries.
I wanted to write a story of my own.
Wanted to be inspired by my songs.
Wanted to love the person I meet
In the Summer days, In the sunflower Fields.
I wanted to write about it.
But father, you found my dream
Called me delusion in my head.
You tore the papers into pieces
You broke me into pieces.
Yes, I wanted to save lives
By not being a doctor
By the words I write
Just wanted to spread love that heals
The places the medicines can't reach.
Father you wanted me to be big
Taught me money and respect
Is all a man need.
But what price does happiness come by it?
Will I ever make enough money to buy it?
It's not like I oppose it.
But for once I wanted to be
The person I have always seen
In my happy dreams.
A person who can stand by what they say.
For once being brave enough to stay
True to myself and to you.
Be the best child for you.
I wanted to be the perfect child
Even when deep inside me
I knew I was lying
To you to myself.
I am Sorry I couldn't help.
I am afraid that I will lose myself.
Won't even survive to cry for help.
How could I be someone else
When I can't even be myself.
Death tastes sweeter than life.
For once it will be a choice of mine.
I don't want to live like.
Goodbye to you father and your dreams.
Kolkata
My destiny was torn
Away from me to have to rights
To ever speak my mind
The day I was born
Thought it will change your mind
When you see your sun.
But even then, I was wrong
Your pride has turned
You into a stone.
I remember my mother telling to me
I have to be what my father wants to see.
Because he wants the best for me.
And I should be grateful for it.
As I grew up to the age
I fell in love with the pages
Of book made of stories
That calmed my worries.
I wanted to write a story of my own.
Wanted to be inspired by my songs.
Wanted to love the person I meet
In the Summer days, In the sunflower Fields.
I wanted to write about it.
But father, you found my dream
Called me delusion in my head.
You tore the papers into pieces
You broke me into pieces.
Yes, I wanted to save lives
By not being a doctor
By the words I write
Just wanted to spread love that heals
The places the medicines can't reach.
Father you wanted me to be big
Taught me money and respect
Is all a man need.
But what price does happiness come by it?
Will I ever make enough money to buy it?
It's not like I oppose it.
But for once I wanted to be
The person I have always seen
In my happy dreams.
A person who can stand by what they say.
For once being brave enough to stay
True to myself and to you.
Be the best child for you.
I wanted to be the perfect child
Even when deep inside me
I knew I was lying
To you to myself.
I am Sorry I couldn't help.
I am afraid that I will lose myself.
Won't even survive to cry for help.
How could I be someone else
When I can't even be myself.
Death tastes sweeter than life.
For once it will be a choice of mine.
I don't want to live like.
Goodbye to you father and your dreams.
Few years ago, I lost a friend who couldn't be strong enough to stand against her father's dream of him being a doctor. A Tribute to her and many other kids who chose death over life due to parental pressure.
SUICIDE IS NOT AN OPTIONS. IF YOU ARE HURTING FIGHT FOR IT OR REACH OUT FOR HELP. STAY STRONG YOU CAN GET THROUGH THIS.
- Durgesh nandini Naik
Amity UniversityKolkata
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