I was called a rebel <br />And always raised hell. <br />When asked to conform, <br />And meekly perform <br />Like other girls did, <br />And stop acting like a kid <br />I defiantly said, <br />While lying in my bed, <br />I wanted a life, <br />And not just be a wife <br />Mother and daughter, <br />I added with laughter. <br /> <br />I chose to wear blue, <br />And hated pink and all its hues. <br />I loved climbing trees <br />And the feeling of being free. <br />I opted for as I grew, <br />Subjects of which no one had a clue. <br />I did opposite of what I was told <br />And was hated for being bold. <br /> <br />I wanted to make a choice, <br />And listened to my inner voice. <br />I had a vision <br />And made my decision. <br />I am glad I chose the road less travelled, <br />How many mysteries i got to unravel. <br />I may not be rich, <br />But I feel enriched.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/road-less-travelled/
