I deserve nothing good.
Not even a good homely food
not even a bed coffee
not even some one to care me when I am sick
not even someone to talk freely
not even someone to feel anxious about me
not even some one to feel my fever
not even some one to keep blanket on my trembling body
not even some one to waste a dropp of tear on my forehead
I deserve nothing good
not someone to play a song for me
not someone to pray for me
not someone to kiss a parting kiss on my dying body
not someone to think of me as human being
not someone to take me out
and show beauty of nature
at least for the last time
Last person in the world after my mother was you
mother went away when death called her
and then you left me cursing me
And I will never have another human being close to me
Why God is torturing me like this?
Can you at least be kind enough and send simply an email
saying that
vht you can now die
even I do not need you
Then why should you live?
Go and die.
thomas.....ur poem is getting closer rythms.......it's more contained...but the expressions are complete........ur emotions are powerfully contained.......ur line after my mother...' was really strong.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great expression of how you felt but you have to know you deserve much more....