The Unknown Title Poem by Nuwan Ranasinghe

I felt the warmth of those hands
on the day I came to this world
and when they hold
I heard the sound of those voices
the name they called

Was it something I did?
Was it something I said?
Am I not what you were expecting?
Is that why you fled?

Still I feel the warmth
but it feels different
my soul is longing for that
warmth I once felt from you
knowing that I might never get it

From the window of my home
I see children going to school
Carrying the bags and holding the hands
of their beloved parents

I don't know what to think
and what to dream..! ! !
I don't hate you my dearest parents
I live with a dream..! ! !
That you will come back one day..! ! !
And make me yours once again...