The choice Should I be here Or should I leave? It’s hard to tell Who needs this more If you tell me straight I’ll let you heal, I'll let you grow And reach your potential All on your own But its not clear to me Whether I am your strength Or if I am only the fantasy That's clouding your path I love you far too much To lock you in my selfish heart If only I knew If I should be here Or if I should let you go
Awwwwww @BhumiBabe another gem of a poem from you Noone can bear (like the Earth which happens to be your name too) or bare (their feelings) like you do. Hats Off If that came out like a mini poem in itself, that's only bcause I am responding to you I so wish I get to buy the first copy of your book and see your interview live on telly. Go Girl
Dear @BhumiBabe Crisp and beautiful poem.... Sometimes it’s confusing isn’t it.. Stay back or move on, the choice is difficult
Highway rest stop in rural America. Desi immigrant dad taking 6 year old daughter to the rest room. He is reluctant to let her go in on her own --- all the internet stories about lurking perverts is on his mind. Daughter does not want him to come into the rest room, lest he is seen as a perv' by some other woman in there. And put her to eternal, everlasting shame. The poem's first stanza puts the daddy's dilemma in such succinct terms... "should he be there... or should he go back to the car and wait?" The dad hesitates, and wonders ... "should he wait just outside the rest room door... or" nonchalantly be loitering in the foyer where the maps are pinned to the walls. He is nervous; however, he lets her go. It is his training ground. Eventually she'd leave the nest. He has to endure.... and enjoy it for her. Whether it is a car, or poetry, what people see in it, i.e. people's mileage, varies.
Haha, people see what they want to and how they want to see, guess same applies to the selective hearing