What shall I become?
I say I am in science,
To my innocent parents
But, in return, they say
“What is science?”
What would I say,
Then to explain to them
That I shall become a doctor,
An engineer and an architect
They beam like a candle.
Shine like a diamond.
Swim like a golden fish.
But they do not know
That there are many
Who shall become a doctor,
An engineer and an architect
They are happy that
Their son is studying in Punakha,
Punakha Higher Secondary school
When I was five,
My teacher used to ask
“What is your ambition?”
I stood up, made my hands
In circular shape
And then answered, “Doc-tor”
Now I am nineteen,
When the same question is asked,
I do not answer
Instead I drop my head
And I become apple red.
For I know the volume of
Chemistry, biology and physics
Chemistry is a mystery.
That has endless history.
The Alchemist can convert
Lead to gold.
While I cannot even perfect
Simple equations
Reproduction was ABC in ten
Now in twelve, it’s the core.
I considered everything in physics
Now it has reached the extend
Whereby, I have to consider my self
What shall I become?
A DOCTOR, AN ENGINEER OR ARCHITECT
