Written by Nandini Sethi
I ask the questions I wish to be asked.
I speak only within the scope of my knowledge.
I write with words I have learnt,
In the same letters as before.
There is a desire in me to explore,
To travel and see more than what is shown to me,
But London, Paris, New York, are exactly what I have known them to be.
I dream the dreams I wish to bring to life,
Because in reality, I am afraid to speak my mind.
So when I wake up to the same four walls of my room,
I am happy,
Because ignorance has corrupted me blind.
I only see the things I want to see,
From the comfort of my couch.
The world outside seems irrelevant and unwelcoming;
Why should I bother to empathize with anyone?
The poor are scrambling for money but the rich are depressed anyway,
So what do I aspire to be?
Sometimes keeping hope seems hopeless,
Taking help makes me more helpless.
Sometimes God helps us even when we don’t help ourselves;
In good ways and bad.
I only know so much,
I’m only given so much,
And I only take so much.
In the era of overwhelming information,
It seems more than enough.
Is being a creature of habit then
Being intelligent or uninformed?
