That Day And All Others

That winter morning

When I opened my eyes

And the deep slumber left me

I wanted to get up and do everything I loved

I wanted to get up and meet new people

I wanted to get up and read books

I wanted to get up and see the wonders of the author`s mind

Through those sweet-smelling paperbacks

I wanted to get up and listen to the sweet music

Above all, I wanted to get up and make a change

Yes, I did want to get up

Because I was still dreaming

I was in my world

The world where it did matter what I thought

And not how I looked

It did matter what I wrote

And not what answers I chose in some silly MCQs

Yes, I got up and put my glasses on my nose

With the hope of making the best out of this day

With passion and enthusiasm

As I was just beginning my day

The daylight which had now begun to enter my room

Revealed a piece of paper on my bedside table

And the words on it in beautiful blue ink

The words did not make a thought for the day

But some math formulae

Which I had to learn for the next day`s test

And with the revelation of that paper

The reality hit me

My hopes came shattering down

My beautiful world began falling apart

Like the little plant outside my window

Which had dried up in the harsh winter

I did not want to get up anymore

Quickly, I put my glasses back on the table

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And crept into my bed

I even covered my face with the quilt

But I felt as cold as ice

Just a few moments ago

I was warm enough to step out of my bed

With only my nightgown on

But now even my warm bed couldn't keep me warm

No, I didn't want to get up

I didn't want to get up to be told that I was not the best

I didn't want to get up to see my name at the bottom of a list

The list which wanted to tell the world so badly

That I was not good enough

I didn't want to get up to see my ideas ignored

By them who thought they were rebellious

Because being different seems rebellious to them

I didn't want to get up to be told that I was not good enough

Because I was trying to be different

I wanted to go to sleep now

Sleep seemed to me like the sunshine to my plant

Which would give me some warmth

I wanted to live in my world

Till mom came to wake me up

And I pretended to be asleep

Even after I was wide awake

Because I did not want to get up

I heard her say-

The cold winter makes it hard to get out of bed

Both of us knew it was not the harsh winter

Nor the love of sleep

She was lying to herself and to me

Because neither she nor dad could do anything

They love me and my passions

But society is stubborn

Things are the way they are

They will be forever

Sleepy teens and more…..