The Delibrated Rove
Coerced sort of subsistence
where your soul doesn't belong
The right that was in earnest
with time has gone awfully wrong
It's just a step in front of the last one
in a melancholic mode
Where each avenue is familiar
with most streets earlier strode
Routine at times is daunting
with a longing for spirit to sway
To ditch comforting environs
and step out in a jumbled array
Whole lot would try and dissuade
for impending sensibilities to deter
Tad difficult may prove the final call on,
the path which one would prefer
Expected or if were otherwise
some point in future would try and spell
Proving heart's precedence prevailing over
what head was trying to tell
poem by Sunny Chopra
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