I Nokcha Jamir
They build my future with dreams not my own,
A magistrate’s gavel, a policeman’s stern tone.
A collector of debts, a business to grow,
A professor’s deep wisdom, a pilot’s brave glow.
A footballer scoring, in the Dr T.Ao fray,
A CEO’s sharp vision to brighten the way.
They love me, I know, and they mean to be kind,
But for me they imagine, I can’t seem to find.
They speak of great titles and wealth they can see,
But no one has asked what it means just to be.
To be kind and responsible, with a heart open wide,
To love those who follow, with integrity as my guide.
I want to be a trendsetter, a beacon so true,
Not for power or riches, but for all I can do.
To build a life noble, a path I can own,
And let my own garden, with my own spirit, be sown.
My future is not in their hands, but in mine,
A tapestry woven with threads so divine.
The greatest of callings, the grandest of plans,
Is simply to be a good human, and stand
On the ground of my values, with purpose and grace,
And light up the world with my love and my place.
