Is There Anyone? Named God! Poem by Ankita Mitra

I was not too grown up-
Rather young...

Momma was teaching me,
How to clap!
I fall asleep in,
Momma’s lap.

In this way,
Life was going.

I was happy with my family-
I had a daddy,
Who always assured me to fullfil my wishes!
I had a granny,
The way she loved me,
I know, I never get that back,
Even after waisting,,
So many penny.


Its not easy,
to live this hopeless life-
but, still.. what keep us going-
those unforgettable memories.
That memory,
Now sounds like a story.


I often see momma-
With folded hands
Closed eyes..
Murmuring silently-

I don’t understand,
What’s the gain? !
Is really there anyone! ! !
Who can make me forget all the pain!
And will i get back that family again?


I was right-
There is no one, named god-
To prove me right!


Still, i found my pain not so strong-
When, unmindfully i start thinking about those people-
Who don’t have anyone to share their pain...
At least, still i have my momma-

I can see,
Nothing left for them,
To live!
Still they belive,
They can...

I can see,
Things happening much more wrong-
Than me...

What keeps them going?
Is it only willingness?
Or, their undieing faith!
Towards that abstract one...! ?