7th march 2025

Pages after pages,

My ink has run dry.

I am trying to say something,

Won't you give listening to me a try?

Why are you not speaking to me?

I am such a lonely child.

So tired,timid,and angry,like a wild rat caught in a trap.

Am I not your blessing,

Was I not asked for from the skies?

Then why do I have to shoulder the fear of losing you

When I don't even love you as mine.

Your shallow words,your more than empty love,

They could never fulfill me,neither could they turn me wise.

Your presence lingers in my life while your absence haunts me day and night .

I wish you could look beyond your suffering,

Maybe give empathy a try.

You lost someone dear to you,I get it,I get that you are hurting inside,

But is it not too cruel of you to paint the same fate for your child?

All I ask of you is acknowledgement,is it too much for you to antagonise yourself for even once in your life?

I wish you would look within,without trying to drown the world inside.