Cries Of The Child Within Poem by soumya j pratihari

Opening up ma yes, I longed for the good morning hug,

But all I got was the fragrance of your perfume and the empty coffee mug,

Getting ready for school and tying up ma laces of was the toughest of the task,

The face that looked happy was only a mask.

I waited everyday for years at the school gate,

You never came to take me home, such was my fate,

The numbers of keys in the bunch were more than ma age,

But I never kicked the door of the empty house in a fit of rage.

I climbed up the chairs to reach the dining table,

Ate all alone, while ma mates had food and the fables,

You were never beside me, even when I was ill,

I soaked myself within me, for the lonely hours I had to kill.

I never cried for there was nobody to wipe ma tears,

No one frowned at me, and none pulled my ears,

Two decades of life, and am still waiting for a kiss,

Ma mom, do u even know that Loneliness is to me, what water is to fish.