Maybe I would've joined
The Air Force.
Married by 25 and had
Two kids, if not three.
Named them against
The sensitivities of everyone.
Beaten them up twice and
Loved them only thrice.
Life would've taken a
Backseat that way to fizzle out
In the background of a
Not so miserable family.
I wouldn't have given
A weighed meaning to
My words and wouldn't
Have expected too much
From this life.
Two or three properties to
Boast. Drinking every night
To abuse my wife.
Advising others on why
One should marry early
Would always be on cards.
But nah. I had to take a long
Academic path.
Grow a knack for overthinking.
Only to sit alone on
Park bench this morning.
To answer all the imaginary
Existential questions of
Marriage instead of facing
My father upfront.