“Humar larka doctor bane”
“My son will be a doctor” she boasts
“Your dreams are a joke” she gloats
So I put my dream in the closet, just like a ghost
Even though I was the son,
The son she loved the most

I was lost between who I wanted to be,
And who everyone else wanted me to be
My Character was Malleable
Whereas once I was infallible
Now I was lugubrious
Not anymore did I have a strong nucleus

People always asked why I was esoteric
It’s like I was hit with a depressed epidemic
Everywhere I went I felt onerous
Whereas once I was so prosperous

Finally it hit me with celerity
The old me came back with quick familiarity
Who I was and Who I wanted to be
I realized was all up to me

The old me was invariably here
Now with clarity I stared
My happiness was in my hands
No longer was I lost
And that was at no cost

“Daman tum change hoye giya”
Yes I have Changed
The ghost is out
But am I still the son,
The son you love the most