I Am Waiting For A Message Poem by lalitha iyer

In this troubled world
I am born untold
years have past
my story is lost
like a pebble
in a rivulet
my originals are nomore
my mum is in heaven
or shining amidst stars
my dad is on his way too
the body is shaking a bit
i am nearing my forty and slit
the message is not found
in my books of school
nor bags of Office
neither the path I walk
nor the men I shake hands with
they all laugh and smile
with fake faces they sleep
fake faces they wake up
their words are only echoes
their talks speak of nothing
I am waiting for the message
on the wall of life
i am standing here
strutting out like an ugly pillar
to be rubbed off
like a scar oozing with puss
i have to be healed
or i will worsen
will you send me the message
y i was born
the music just heals
yet, its voice is not in feels
I am asking, y am I
down the river
it has a meaning
the bee
it collects honey
the wind
it brings rain clouds
the sun
it is known to all
it is the universal source
of energy and life
but y I
Y i a foreigner to this land
here I see people in-sanity's end
i was innocent
and smiled sweet to the wind
they took my innocence
and made me incoherent
crowned with no glory
i feel all this misery
dear friends of poems
could u read the wall message
could u spell it and massage
me heart full of woes and age
y, y, y you and i were born.