"Congratulations, you are a father of twins now, one boy and a girl."
The dad was too happy to know,
All his dreams became true in a flow,
He hugged the mother out of love,
She gave him more than he deserved.
After few days all came back,
They had nothing to lack,
The house was complete at once,
It was time to enjoy and dance.
They gave priority,
Both the newborns,
Brought happiness to the whole family.
As months started to pass,
The tiny hands became large,
To maintain the home budget,
The dad and the mother worked a lot.
As time flows very fast,
The children started going to school,
Everywhere the situation was calm and cool,
The boy and girl reached class 10,
All the guardians wished them,
And gave them hope of secured life,
If they get high-level marks in the exam.
They fell into the honey trap,
Studied hard and put everything aside,
Only they could see is books all over,
The brain was completely in a hangover.
They gave the exam and passed with colorful marks,
But the secured life was standing far,
They looked at the smiling faces of everyone,
Wanted to ask questions but could not.
Years went by and it was the time again,
But a higher level too tougher from before,
Still, they remain encouraged,
And gave the exam.
The marks were not as expected,
The competition was high they almost fainted,
Everything went away even the love and care,
But still, the secured life was standing very far.
Somehow they took admission in a college,
Every year they dreamt of that honey trap,
But in return, they got just a sweet slap,
Everyone expected an immediate job from them.
This time they understood,
The secured life was just an illusion,
The more they get closure to it,
The far it goes.
Everything they loved was taken away from them,
All the grown-ups thought their passion to be lame,
They were given three years to take a good profession,
As soon as they graduate the parents expected a monthly commission.
The term salary gives a sweet pleasure,
But it is really hard to earn,
The twin siblings had no idea,
How to accustom with the changing world.
Like everyone, they kept fighting,
Many don't dare to go on,
And quit lives for life long.
Approaching the secured life,
The children get in the bog,
The life long happiness,
Turns out to be muddy money.
Getting a monthly income,
Is a priority for all,
But why not by following the passion?
Why is it so that a salaried job of 9 to 9 is only considered as a profession?