No one knows me and my feelings, <br />They smile at me as if I were happy, <br />When I smile back out of courtesy, <br />The burden of the mind is gone easy. <br /> <br />No one knows me and my feelings, <br />I am worried about everything, <br />That I can think about and feel, <br />Drowsy I am, with punishment conventional. <br /> <br />I'd want to do what I like, <br />For each of my likings, there is a hurdle, <br />I have been confused since young, <br />With lists of good and bad, long. <br /> <br />When I try to buy a hand phone, <br />They ask whether I want original or cloned, <br />When I try to buy the car tyres, <br />They ask me whether I want imported or rethread. <br /> <br />When I pour the oil for the engine, brake and steering, <br />They ask me whether I want synthetic or recycled, <br />Wherever I go, whatever I do, I have options, <br />Even when I pray, they ask me which God I pray to. <br /> <br />when I was born, I think that I didn't have the option, <br />when I am ill, I don't have the option to choose the germs, <br />when I lie on that bed, I don't have the option of, <br />picking up the right time, after many years, <br />after fulfilling all my desires, dreams and duties.<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/do-we-have-option/
