Complaints Poem by Teena Nanda

when i was a child,
i used to complain.
about so much noise in the house
caused by so many family members,
about the guests,
arriving after every couple of days..
and i considered it pain.

i complained about my friends.
who would call me
in d middle of nights, ,
n used to talk for hours.

they would finish all the balance,
and disturbed my sleep
which i didnt like at all
and i complained and weeped.

I didnt like my friends,
who guided me to different way..
which they considered right,
and i told them i wanted space by anyways

i prayed to god to finish all this, ,
and wished for lil more silence and space.
where i should be alone,
and no one to disturb.
and i considered it a bliss.

but when my wish came true,
all i was left with.
silence and darkness.
where i was left with nobody around me.
to love and caress.

i have balance,
but no one to talk for hours.
i have money,
but no one to spend with.

nobody is there
to fight with me,
to guide me
they have given me the so called ''space''
and i am left with nothing but
loneliness
i wish i get everything back again..
and now,
m complaining again!

now i wish
that things wouldnt have changed..
please somebody bring that old time back,
and i promise,
i wont complaint again!