I know a girl who lives among us
Born, brought up and taught just like the most...
Class topper she has been all through her life...
She did her schooling just like us all...
In wonderful schools she enjoyed her childhood...
And came with adolescence, the need to choose a path...
Given the freedom to choose what she wants
Given the fortune to have the scores to choose
She chose a degree she really believed she will enjoy...
Four years went and she enjoyed her college days...
She learned what she loved and thought of learning more...
For some other priorities, she chose not to learn more then
And decided to be a part of the herd
The herd of humans who sell themselves and all their hard work...
But somewhere within these days
Came a time when she discovered her love...
She discovered the joy of seeing a smiling child...
And then she joined this herd and failed to take the beatings...
Somewhere inside her heart, she heard her beating rebel...
She couldn’t be in the herd...
She couldn’t sell herself anymore...
She didn’t want the money
And there came the boldness of her love...
Against the raising outer voices
And against the critical mouths
She chose to unchain herself
And she went for her love...
And that made all the difference between her and the rest...
At 18 she chose what she loved
And again at 23...
When the rest were taking beatings...
She was cherishing the hours with the kids...
In her I found one human
Who took the greatest of journeys...
The journey most of us fail to take...
The journey deep within...
To hear to the inner voice
To realise that any day could be last...
To choose what we love and have the courage to go for it...
Against the dogmatic and worn out life...
She enjoys every minute now, of work and of rest
Her work gives her good memories
Which she can cherish in her rest...
It is this which I define to be living
It is this which creates the line...
Between those who live as masters and those who live as slaves..
After all, in today’s ‘globalized’ world...
Only two kinds of humans live..
The employers – the masters
The employees – the slaves...
- NAS
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