A rebellious soul

A rebellious soul, I was...

Fought against the dogmas,

becoming the voice of generation,

inviting newer lifestyle and ideas. 

For, it suited my aesthetics, 

why should I limit my potential,

grabbing opportunities that come,

I chose the path of my own. 

My parents were the traditionalists,

living meekly, making compromises,

following the system, without questions,

wasting their life, in the mundane.... 

And I followed by dreams,

fuelling the ambitions, I lived,

shutting the mouth of old faces,

reaching the height of the success. 

Yet, why does it felt empty,

even the connections short-lived, 

for, everyone fending for themselves,

no one cared or made concessions. 

A rebellious soul, I was...

Yet, my childhood was nostalgia,

where did I lose this plot,

when things, were under my control? 

May be, the answer lies...

In the wisdom of the ancients,

woven among with the faithful,

manifested in their understandings...

For a happy and content life!