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Should I Tell ?

By Ansh Tiwari


Foreword: Anna is a 17th year old girl studying in 12th standard; she knows that she has to work hard this year and the next upcoming years because she is aware of the fact that from next year , her carrier opportunities are going to open up . But she faces a dilemma ,what is it ?

Anna is an intelligent human being,

Wise and prudent, o she always was .

Working with her mother over dinner, she smiled,

She loves her family at every cost .

She walked carefully ,ahead to school,

Minding her business and helping others .

O Anna was an intelligent human being, 

She loved others as they were hers.

She walked among the people busy as bees ,

They worked in black coats while Anna loved trees.

She loved snow ,she loved sun ,she loved rain ,o she had fun !

She loved ferns , she loved scents , admiring flowers, o she had fun !

“ Why are these people always working and running ?”

Anna asked her friend Alexander humming.

Humming poked his nose out of his tablet and replied,

“They work for money”, and he sighed.

Listening to this Anna was stressed , 

She walked among trees, her mind stressed.

She walked for hours ,she walked miles .

Pursuing literature she had always meant ,

Writing poems ! O nature was her best friend.

“Should I tell friends ? Should I tell father ?”

“I don’t like engineering, I won’t be a doctor.”

“ should I tell dad ,but won’t he becomes sad ?”

“My classmates, my teachers, the people I call friends.”

“won’t they laugh and create nuisance.”

Fields of mustard lay ,sparkling light ,

Anna stretched out and she sighed.


By Ansh Tiwari


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