Abandoned

Srividya Subramanian posted under PenMuse-60 Poetry on 2024-02-20



What’s that childhood hour----I haven’t seen Where others were, I’ve never been Love rain didn't make my parched land green. Engaging voices and soft echoes of laughter, I miss, And regretfully wait for my mother's feathery kiss My cold nights barely surrender to sunshine's pristine bliss. Your smile I see but don't feel, My hunger grows after meals, Those stubborn cuts never heal. It isn't a bare nest, One who's in, is best I'm just put to test. I cry, weep then rise, Nothing’s worth that price, One never dies twice.