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It has happened now, after facing so many hardships in life, that my life has attained stability. Today, I have all worldly pleasures, that I didn't even think I ever had deserved; For they could just be a part of my dreams. Still, after possessing eternal strength, ubiquitous riches, why do I find myself poorer that the poor, weaker than the weakest, and lonely than the loneliest. And when I hunted for the reason in the past, it suddenly struck me, 'I don't have you with me'. You; who was always there, as a backbone of my dreams, as the strength of my hand, and you were there to help me face my fears. Without you, there would have had been no me; you made me what I am. But see, how have the times played with me. When you were with me, I cried for the power and riches; and now that I have all, I wail for you. I wish you would have been here, with me today; to see the one you have given a new life, to see your seedlings grow into a mature tree.
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Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
MOTHER
It has happened now, after facing so many hardships in life, that my life has attained stability. Today, I have all worldly pleasures, that I didn't even think I ever had deserved; For they could just be a part of my dreams. Still, after possessing eternal strength, ubiquitous riches, why do I find myself poorer that the poor, weaker than the weakest, and lonely than the loneliest. And when I hunted for the reason in the past, it suddenly struck me, 'I don't have you with me'. You; who was always there, as a backbone of my dreams, as the strength of my hand, and you were there to help me face my fears. Without you, there would have had been no me; you made me what I am. But see, how have the times played with me. When you were with me, I cried for the power and riches; and now that I have all, I wail for you. I wish you would have been here, with me today; to see the one you have given a new life, to see your seedlings grow into a mature tree.
I had a situation running in my mind for long; in the situation there was a child, young and alone... He had everything with him but in the run for making a living, lost his mother... This created a crater in me, which everyday demanded to be filled, but no matter how much I tried to, I couldn't... Then I sat in front of my diary, and started writing... I wrote, wrote and wrote, until I started to feel light... And this free-verse is the result of that...
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19/M/New Delhi
Jul 29, 2017
Jul 29, 2017 at 5:16 AM UTC
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