I wish I could go forward
For I am injured here
May be I would wish to be back
But that’s far away and I don’t care.
Still, I don’t wish to be that girl,
Who ran with the wind,
Who played on her mother’s lap
But may be, that was better!
For everyone looked at you then
Cared, loved, wished to see you smile
Or even tease you
Now I am insignificant and undistinguished
And I know, I would be worthless
The more I grow old
Everything is same here
It rains and I play in the puddles
But no one comes to see me dance.
Thunders comes, but there’s no one
To make me feel safe.
No one has brought me a flower
When it blossoms
I cried, but the rain was loud
I yelled, but no one heard me
And I didn’t hear a lullaby.
I wish to be someone else.
So that they won’t hate me
One day, even I would stand away from me
And on that eve
With weepy eyes,
My soul will be here to hear her voice
The voice I loved since birth
She would come to me,
Console and pardon me for my deeds
For hurting her,
I would hug her, and say, “I am fine”
And bid goodbye, forever.
The writer is in class XI, Silver Hills HSS, Kozhikode
