Thursday, July 07, 2011

Song of an orphan

                                                    
i
am born
in the womb
of this pleasing motherly
earth,
and
my body
is forged from
the bones and relics
of
my
dead mother
who was buried
in this origin of
mine.

And
i am
striving as a
drudge, who cleans filthy
roads,
where
i had
once seen my
great father working with
elation.

i
grew up
with my pets-
dogs, sheep, mice and
cats,
and
went to
the schools of
house-gates, temples, bus-stops and
rails.
where
i learnt,
the art of
begging, robbing, stealing and
plundering.

As
i grew
up in fields
with soil, grass
insects, birds, butterflies and
bees,
i
made friendship
with agony, melancholy,
heartaches, mourns, debacles and
grieves.

As
The time
Marched forward and
Forward, i started bustling,
With
a
desire to
accidently catch few
drops of luck and
smile.

But
nothing came
in my hand,
that’s too expensive to
hold!
I
grew taller
with my dreams
touching ultimate zenith in
sky,
but
the curse
of poverty and
destitute remained adhered with
me.

More
time lapsed
away, my ailment remained
eternal,
still
sweating, still
begging, with no
mom or dad to
hear!


One
day i
wailed , under the
dark gorgeous sparkling twilight
veil.
I
cried alone,
no-one as friend,
no one to love
me,
nor
to comfort
me with warmth of
arms.

No
one to
hold me when
i fall on the
earth,
And
no one
to aid my
bleeding heart and wounded
soul.

No
one taught
me how to
swallow the rotten dish
to
nourish
my hungry stomach
after their lunch dinner  
n feasts.

The
most painful
part, let me
tell you my dear
friend-
I
don’t even
know what am
i called or still
unnamed!


Life
like a
street dog i
spent for many more
days,
when
one day
God decided to
submit me in the
orphanage.
Though
I receive
my meals twice,
but tongue gives no
taste,
or
perhaps burned
with the fire
of loneliness bestowed by
fate.

My
eyes still
dreaming the dreams
of my own well
brings,
and
my arms
still waiting for
a hug of lucky
day.

This
was the
story of my
lonely life my dear
friend.
where
I am
still waiting to
get a hold of
some
acquaintance
to be
identified and loved
at least once before i
end.