Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Why me?

When my mom swallowed that pill,
Knowing the harm. Knowing it will kill.
I never asked you Lord, I never once did -
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

Even when he kicked her, and left me feeling numb.
That night when he hit her, just for fun.
That dawn in the labor room, as they waited for me to come.
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When misery and hatred added more spice -
To an already poverty and sorrow filled life.
Even amidst arguments and never ending strives,
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When I came first every grade,
Yet was kept out of school every day,
For our fees hadn't been paid.
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When friends ran home, after a long day
When I lingered in the corridor, hoping to stay away
Praying that back home, everything should be okay
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When every night we were awaken, hearing mom's scream
When a peaceful house always seemed a distant dream
When violence prevailed, some days extreme
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When we confined life to two small rooms
When laughter gave way to faces filled with gloom
When hunger and pride - took turns to loom
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When our good friends turned foes
When our relatives chose to keep low
When suddenly we had nowhere to go
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When as children we were asked to abide
And be silent viewers at our dad's funeral pyre
When tears stayed in, no mater how hard we tried
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When my graduation dreams were fulfilled,
Thanks to the acres of land sold at mom's will
When all our gold was gone, and we sought refuge in gild.
I never asked you why. I never do, still.

When my sister found love and got engaged,
When my brother grew tall, and handsome by the day,
When my first job offer came in, happy and gay
When life bloomed again and smiles filled our day.

When I turn back today, living life at my pace
When I hear out people, whose sorrows I cant erase
I remember those days when misfortune chased.
To realize I am at loss for words at your never ending grace.

I am thankful that you chose me. I am lucky that you did.
For if you had spared me then and kept me in bliss
It would take me another life, to know what I missed.
For today's smiles are born from yesteryear's amiss.

10 comments:

  1. Cliché,
    Still nice to read through...
    Touching for soft minds like me

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  2. One of the most touching poems I have read....you have talent. Keep writing.

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  3. I read somewhere 'If you cannot be a poet, be the poem' and you are blessed to be both..

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  4. @ Anonymous & Yuva: thnk u for those kind words! am really happy tht u take time to read n comment! :)

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  5. Goddess :) It is me Your Brother.. I have started blogging today Dear.. I read this one. My Dear Sis I just wanted to say that.. You have become an Inspiration to many because.... Dad's Life has taught Us how Not to live. When the Going Gets TOUGH, The Tough Get Going.

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  6. It's touchy and sensitive, took me on a past tour as I went along those lines.

    Regards
    Amit

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  7. @Unniettan: I know! Love u! :)
    @Amit: Thnks for reading! :)

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