Compromise

From the time I was born
I thought I was free
To do as I chose
But I was all wrong
Life turned out to be a compromise.

As a baby I could not choose
My own clothes or food
I babbled and I cooed
But was not understood
Life turned out to be a compromise.

As a child when I found my voice
Nobody paid attention
To any of my thoughts and tension
But I was not too juvenile
Life turned out to be a compromise.

And as I grew older
My choice of a career or a life partner
Were selected by others
And as always I was ignored
Life turned out to be a compromise.

Now that I am old and infirm
My thoughts don't reach them
They cut and tear my body to keep me alive
But I know about my mortality
Life turned out to be a compromise. 

Comments

  1. Akanksha Basu25 April 2021 at 21:56

    Coooooooooooool

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  2. Mukul Roy Mitter25 April 2021 at 21:58

    Do u rue the fact that u have to compromise?
    Life is compromise.

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  3. Madhurima Basu25 April 2021 at 22:33

    Compromise is a true fact of life.. however it is equally important at times, to rebel and make your voice heard!

    Superbly written!

    ReplyDelete
  4. Sukla Roy Mitter25 April 2021 at 23:07

    Very true
    .But sometimes you have to compromise

    ReplyDelete

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