Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Alone....



Mom, I yen to utter
The deaf ear, the closed shutter
Papa, can you not hold 
The blind eye, the response in cold

Where did u all go
I sit, looking down the lane
Will you not come back
One two three....I count in vain

I didn't do any mischief
I wasn't at a fault
Why is God then so fumed
Why did he pick my vault?

Am I a slough, 
Which needs to be torn
Or, A case
That is just forlorn

Questions, trivial, spin round the morn
Why were I called the angel, when I was born?

My wails have lost its sound
The heavy grief, I have started to bear
A shadowy figure down the lane
The footsteps of mom, getting near....

I'm moved at the plight of the innocent bunch of tulips, the so-called orphans ( how can they ), at Liberia....

This poem is shared with : 
The Tuesday Platform
Mag 261

26 comments:

  1. The sorrow of today.. sometimes we feel the walls shrinking to suffocate us...

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  2. such a sad poem, so full of loss and longing.

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  3. the insight is profound....love this!

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    1. Thanks Sandra! Glad, you liked it.

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  4. Nice. I often cry like that deep inside too. Ssh, no one is listening. :)

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    1. Thanks Cat-tails! I hope HE makes a count for all those cries.

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  5. The voice you hae found here is devastating! Very effective!

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    1. Thanks for the encouraging words, Susan!

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  6. You conveyed the sadness and longing beautifully...

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    1. Thanks Tess! Nice to know, you liked it.

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    1. Yup, they are indeed lonely...Thanks for stopping by, Margaret!

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  8. Powerful first stanza. This aches with sadness, loneliness. You really brought the emotion home in this.

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    1. Thanks Ginny! Glad, you felt that way.

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  9. I agree with the other commentors, the strong feeling of yearning, longing, sadness is explicity in your poem. It goes straight to the heart. The ending is piercing - oh those orphans.

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    1. Thanks for the kind words, Myrna! Wish, we could erase that very word.

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  10. A touching piece ... the pain is evoked in your words.

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    1. Those words coming from you mean so much, Amrit!

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  11. Poignant! A very moving and beautiful poem, specially where you have mentioned being forlorn.

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    1. Thanks for those words, Saru! So glad, you stopped by.

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    1. Thanks for the kind words, as always, Ananya!

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