wildrose

Do you know the pain? The pain of being alone The pain when you are really hurt And no one least bothers.. The pain of being set apart From your belonged.. The pain of being abused Over and over and i lost the count The pain of being misunderstood For the acts you have done skilfully The pain of being accused For the hard works and sweat you shed The pain of not being able to express Your hurts and fears... The pain of you been deprived From care, warmth and family.. The pain of terming your right as wrongs and good as bad.. Do you know the pain? The pain which is the worst.. of those, yes.. those loved ones.. Close their eyes, shut their ears, Harden their hearts and wash their hands to your pains and groaning..

I am sitting on the ground, with my legs folded... My head drooped,  i can feel the pain... The pain of small and big stones thrown on me.. It fell on my head, my chest and belly.. I wanted to look up, is these really stones.. Or is it sharp arrows from their quiver?? Oh indeed one thing I knew... It was hurting, and I am bleeding... They were there, a group of them... their names were perfect, jealousy, abuse and grief.. My heart pounded, yes...words came out of my mouth.. Why me?...I don't know any of you...either you know me..

My cloak torn , my turban untied, Feathers shed and eyes drooped My heart yearning for love.. My mind panting for warmth.. I am waiting endlessly For the rebirth of my soul.