May be I was just eight or nine
Since that time I never felt fine.
Busy with their work my mum and dad.
Grandma, and grandpa they were bad
Every morning mum used to go office
Once in month, dad used to come home
They never loved and cared about me.
Even if I was bleeding they would not see
I used to feel like ignored and was alone
now i m 18 yrs, I have you, those feelings are gone
We used to chat and talk, I think we should
With you so friendly n loving, I really feel good
I try to convince myself when you don't reply
I put up, with lots of positive thoughts and try
To cool myself But as I have been ignored till now
And I don't know what will make me feel good and how?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem like it, a great write. May I invite you to read my poem called, Oxygen Low.