They said, “Let it go to the height it wants,
You can’t limit it to the horizon you see.”
But I was perturbed,
“He is young, has not seen the world,
the naïve doesn’t know the social doctrine.”
They said “It’s good; it can discover the new,
Why ask it to be a follower if it can lead?”
But I was doubtful,
“What if he fails and decides to return back,
he is nascent and needs to be accompanied.”
They said, “It’s not a normal being,
‘ll pave its way across all the odds.”
But I was concerned,
“He is aggressive and can hurt himself,
the over zealot doesn’t think of pros and cons.”
They warned “You can’t suppress it,
Can become rebel and go against you”.
I was convinced, but became selfish;
he was my only hope,
I didn’t want him to explore,
or to be a revolutionary or a crusader.
My aspirations were meagre but achievable,
All I wanted from him was
To be a better of what I am just a “nobody”.
I had no world out side my domain,
But my domain never recognized me;
I wanted him to wrest a bit of it for me.
My attempts to tame him went in vain,
I decided to suppress him,
I thwarted “He”;
I thwarted my Passion.
