The Runaway Poem by Agastya Bhargava

'Don't pretend to be anyone' they said.
Though they judged me till I went to bed.
'Don't talk to them' they requested,
but it was in them that their trust was vested.
'Don't cry ' they said in an irritated voice,
to listen I had no choice.
'Get me water.' said one
I decided I was done.
I was done serving their demands in life,
'Get me a fruit and a knife.'
I walked away ignoring their cries,
I just severed all ties.
I thought let me return home,
but till night I was left to roam,
for I have a new start now,
I walked on till there was sweat on my brow.
Finally, I found a place suitable for me,
nothing more than a moonlit valley.
I have done something I have always wished to do,
where should I go? I have no clue.

A runaway,
that's what I am,
My plan for tomorrow:
To go to the dam.
Though I've got one thing that I want,
One thing continuously begins to haunt,
I never did say goodbye,
to the one who introduced me to this lie.