My father’s friend
For me a complete stranger.
A 19 something girl
Docile but not fragile,
A smart intelligent girl
Who was just beginning to rise.
Staying in an urban city
Away from her parents and family,
She was inching towards her dream
Wanting her achievements to scream.
One wintry day, she caught a fever
Nothing much, may be just cough and cold,
A week went by and she lost consciousness
Her family flew to her in all concomitance.
A few days in the hospital
And al fell well,
She came back with a little wiggle
To spend some time with family and friends; just like a Belle.
A one moth went by
Laughing and living,
And she was preparing to bid god by
Giving slightest thought towards existing.
But wait what________
Hospitals and ambulances and doctors and nurses?
Blood freezing in the brains?
But, wait what_________
Coma, you say?
Mind not working
But the heart beating?
But, wait what________
The heartbeat stopped?
The body fell rigid
And_______ The End!
The father shocked
The brother denies
_____She simply cried.
Words and consolations are provided
But how could it ever work?
Pity and tears were shared
But the family from inside- was broke.
I didn’t realize
Why did it affect me so much?
I had never even met the person
Then why did I lose myself and cry?
It bothered me so much
It shook me so much,
I hid myself and cried
I didn’t know how her folks even tried.
But the cliché says- the show must go on
But they say- a woman is too sentimental,
But they say_ we draw others troubles and make them their own
Why do you want to mend yourself when the
Wound is not your own.
And so I smile
I gather myself and I go to work,
Doing about everything without a murk
But adding to my heart yet another mark of vile.
But the wounds is not my own
So I must be left with a little brawn,
And so I begin again to walk the paths of unknown
Welcoming what He next throws from His throne.
And because, it was
My fathers’ friends,
His brother, whose daughter
For me a complete stranger.
I am just a little shaken
And I know I will reawaken,
I just cannot begin to think
Of the horrendous gloom on them befallen.
But since it’s not my wound
What have I to lose_____
She, to me was a complete stranger
But I hope for her to be her own avenger.
This NAPOWRIMO thing, great so far, I mean to say I am enjoying it. But there is something I have to say now. More like get it out because I can’t keep it in anymore, and also I think if I get it out and share with everyone else, I might as well take things seriously. So last November, I don’t know what happened and I started writing poetry, just for the sake of writing them and many of them still remain unpublished. But Come Jan, I decided that I will try and write one poetry every single day and may be after a few months I will have something I will want to publish, more like I will try to publish. So far, I have stuck with the resolution, of course poetry doesn’t flow every day, but still have stuck with the plan, going against it only occasionally. I really, really want to publish something I write, I don’t care if it’s published by a publishing house or it is self published, but I want that to happen. As I say this now, here, only to make myself more committed towards this, so that I start taking it more seriously. nothing else.
So far, the poetries that involved the Napowrimo, (Except this one) were meant for my book, so if you have read them you can tell me if at all it could ‘EVER’ amount to anything.
In true anticipation of your reviews!!
And please be as much critical as you can be. I will work on whatever is wrong with my work, or me 😉