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Mar 2015
I was born in this world diverse
my birth made you unhappy
and you considered me a curse.

I wanted to study and travel the world
you didn't agree
and ripped the wings of the little bird

I was young and fell in love
you beat me hard and gave me a shove

I swallowed my pride
put my self respect aside
and married a man unknown
but still you didn't hear my moan

I became a mother and had a phenomenal feeling
I embraced and raised them with love so appealing

I was growing old.I needed your hand in mine
You got angry
said my anticipation was a crime

I still had the expectation, thought you would comprehend
you were my everything but you could never understand

I didn't demand luxury, car or expensive wine
All I required was your precious time
You tested my patience
I ignored your ignorance

I grew old, waiting for you in dark and seclusion
You would come and admire me
That was my biggest illusion

I was devastated and something was Killed
I was murdered and you had no guilt.
Meghna Shukla
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