I have written below a short poem through which I want to convey the society's low tolerance level for the 'rebels'- the people who chose to create their own path. The society expects the new blood to bring a kind of a revolution in every field they go to but a part of the society is unable to cope with the changes that the youngsters bring with them. This is the dual nature of our lives, stagnant; yet forward looking, open; yet closed, friendly; yet cannibalistic.
Most of the people in our society suffer from Misoneism: The fear for the new and the unknown. They are happy and content with what they have achieved and how things are going on around them. People don't want to adapt to the changes we (the rebels) might bring in. I am a rebel, creator of my own path, a fighter. And here I have written an account of what I (and every rebel) need to go through every day to achieve what we want to. What I (and we) go through to change the way society functions, to bring a change.
The Unknown Road
The rules were never clear to me,
How could have I ever followed,
I kept walking alone in the darkness,
Every word I silently swallowed..
There were thorns strewn upon the path,
And I knew bare feet I had to walk,
The blood kept marking my progress,
I didn't know the demons would thus stalk..
I kept going assiduously,
Absorbed in the recollection of the past,
The cannibals were on their heel behind me,
They jumped and fought at last..
It is all about the journey they say,
And this is where mine ended,
Just because I made my own path,
The world felt a bit offended..
~Saurav Goyal
