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Thursday, December 17, 2009

Broken Wings....


I was reading a blog from Rae where she said how difficult it was to come up with blogs often and I have to agree with her.. For me it is my past which I am sharing here most of the time. Easy huh? Yeah, it is all there ready only to be typed and posted but only thing is it takes a lot of courage for me to come out with it at times...

I have been through the troublesome transition of being an innocent child into a teen with all new developments which were tough to handle. I was sort of tomboy kind of child and once I grew up my family was very much worried that I would land in trouble. They kept telling me about the fate that awaited girls who ventured out too much etc etc.

I was frustrated and felt as though I have been taken away from all the joys of life.... and I jotted down few lines of frustration back then which I am sharing with you now...

Broken Wings

On a dark night my mother gave me birth

And brought me forth to crawl on roughened earth

Once I was in a protective, warm womb

Suddenly I found myself crying in a bright tomb

I observed with misty eyes, faces full of smiles

With a lame leg I feared walking lengthy miles

Yet I stopped wailing and stood up to face tomorrow

Now I saw those smiling eyes were dipped in sorrow

Tell me my Lord, why I had to be born

Just to thread on paths strewn with thorns?

Shall I thank you for this life which is dear?

Or can I blame you ‘O’ Lord for putting me here?

Why? Oh why am I thrown into this mess?

Scared am I, scared by this haunting selfishness

Every minute I struggle and struggle again to survive

Easy it is to be born but tough to stay alive

Do you see just because I was born lame

They play dirty games but am I to blame?

How did you offer me these sips so bitter?

Does your heart enjoy when I have to slither?

Oh! Come on now, you don’t have a heart

Or else my life wouldn’t be so tart

I am disturbed by the eyes filled with lust

I have learnt a hard way, is ‘Lie’ is a must

I tried to be good and lost my fight father

My anger, rudeness or sobs did not help either

I am being pecked by vile human vultures

Scared am I, scared of their in-hidden natures

Many of them ‘O’ Lord, of goodness wear a mask

Knowing their true nature is very tough task

I learn a lesson everyday, yet I am so ignorant

I don’t get to come up world what is important

Though unsafe, I have to move on with the clock

My fortunes or misfortunes door I have to knock

Though I have hopes, many hands hold blanket

When I smell something fishy, there is tap on my claret

I am made to bite my tongue whenever I speak the truth

The word ruthless has survived, dead is the word ruth

I served love only to get indignation as tips

Now even my smile weeps for it has lost my lips

My heart is broken. Why was it made of glass?

O God! Why didn’t you give me a heart of better class?

What can I do now with the life you gave?

Even my freedom is murdered because it was brave

I am not strong enough to come out and be free

Yet I cannot stand in a place for I am not a tree

Sure I will never throw away the life you gave

I will live and live till I am shut in my grave

Even then like a seed which spouts into a tree

I may sprout again if you allow me a spree.

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