You had always mocked me.
Your words even choked me.
I didn't know what to make of it.
You never showed mercy, for the sake of it.
All I wanted to see you happy, see you smile..
But you.. Yes. You brought me here where happiness
is far a mile..
Money was your only style...
I cried and cried for nights to think..
Do I really want a career of paper and ink?
I asked and asked for hours without a blink...
I realized, it is true. This is what i want.
These nights must stop their haunt.
I held the pen in my hand and tears in the eyes,
Now my fate will rise,
You all will get, for I have a prize..
As I write this, I smile at the paper,
My all sorrows evaporate like vapor..
I always think now, what would I become,
If all the pain didn't come?
What if you hadn't mocked me?
What if your words hadn't choked me?
~rpan™