Not Buddha, Aniruddha

When I die, at the Pearly Gates to wait, Let Him not ask: why I lived not like Him, Christ nor Gandhi, nor like any a great, But rather, ‘Have ye lived up to thine dream? ' There's no one in this world made spot like me, Nor my mission nor goal, nor yet my wit; Inspired for sure, but I strive ME to be, Motivated, let me, me alone beat. Taught are we to measure up to the tall In life, at schools to align with the class, I seek footprints that my own can I call, I've goals to set, and tests my own to pass. Not he that lacks courage is called coward, He that seeks to conform within a ward; No, let me not copy creeds of Buddha, I'm here to be none but Aniruddha. Born am I but to fulfil my own dream, O to rise from depths of bottom— like cream. _____________________________________________ Musings | 02.03.11 |