Life Poem by Evelin Angel

Life

Life

What is life
forgot the meaning
To whom we live
For what we live
I don't understand
The definition given by the world
Is unfair I think
We live for others
Our life is depending
On something or someone
Why I don't know
Couldn't do anything on my own
Why is that
Life is boring
When can I do anything on my own
And for my own
In the childhood I live for parents
Obedient to them, caring them … etc
After finishing schooling
Who is allowing us to choose our career
They fits their mind in us pointing out
The financial status and the situations
But after choosing the career
Imposing us to choose the place were
We have to work
Oh, that too we can't decide
This is what I could know the
Definition of what is life
Giving me lot of advices and
Giving me tons of rules to follow
To create a discipline life
But I don't understand why is that…
Because I feel that so called discipline
Taking away my independency
I don't know when I will be independent
I always waiting for that
Because I believe that is life …
Being independent
No one interfere what I do
What I think what I eat what I say
My life is in my hands
I know what to do and what not to do
Suddenly my dictator ie my mom
Saying "My life in my hands"
She always says that all human being is
Dependent to someone or something to survive in this world
We always take decisions depending on our environment or
Our situation conditions surrounding etc. blab la blab
I hate hearing that …...
Everyone saying nothing is permanent
What? And why? I don't understand
How? my home is permanent
My mom is permanent and dad, sissy
Then why everyone telling nothing is permanent
They say when I get off from the universe ….
But I enjoyed everything when I am permanent in the world
Oh, really, I am fed up of these things
I cried, shouted, lamented, troubled, restless, for two days
Thinking of this life
After two days of thinking
Back to normal and gone to school as usual
What a mechanical life like a machine
School, tution, church, home
Drawing, reading playing phone games
What else in life I am doing
I don't understand that what for I am living
Anyway life is boring unless and until I become independent.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
this poem is about a day with my Son's frustrations and agony spitted out on his bad day. One side i really enjoyed the way he went out his frustrations on the other side i really scared how i am going to raise him. he is just 11 years old.
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