Wednesday, 18 March 2015

Alone....


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 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....

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25 comments:

  1. brudberg19 March 2015 at 01:26

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

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  2. Laura19 March 2015 at 02:48

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

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  3. Anonymous19 March 2015 at 17:11

    the insight is profound....love this!

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  4. Susan19 March 2015 at 19:02

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

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    1. Susmit19 March 2015 at 20:23

      Thanks for the encouraging words, Susan!

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  5. Susmit19 March 2015 at 20:22

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

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  6. Tess Kincaid19 March 2015 at 23:46

    You conveyed the sadness and longing beautifully...

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    1. Susmit20 March 2015 at 09:27

      Thanks Tess! Nice to know, you liked it.

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  7. Margaret19 March 2015 at 23:47

    I feel the loneliness…

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    1. Susmit20 March 2015 at 09:29

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

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  8. Ginny Brannan20 March 2015 at 07:55

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

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  9. Myrna R.20 March 2015 at 23:52

    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. Susmit21 March 2015 at 00:39

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

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  10. Amrit Sinha21 March 2015 at 16:15

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

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    1. Susmit21 March 2015 at 19:39

      Those words coming from you mean so much, Amrit!

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  11. Bekkie Sanchez21 March 2015 at 21:52

    Very sad I think but good job.

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  12. Saru Singhal22 March 2015 at 21:05

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

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    1. Susmit23 March 2015 at 00:16

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

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  13. Ananya4 April 2015 at 00:33

    Intense..Beautifully penned

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    1. Susmit4 April 2015 at 14:29

      Thanks for the kind words, as always, Ananya!

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