Mother.

By Deeksha Dore

I hate this feeling

I HATE IT ALL,

Saying “god” for nothing

And feeling so small.

At times the happiness

It carries me away,

Only to realize

It’s just for today.

What am I to do

Feeling so lost,

I hate being ignored

And it comes with a cost.

Feeding my emptiness

Is my loss of thought,

I thought of others more than myself

And for everyone else I fought.

When I see a ray of hope

I just dismiss it at last,

As it kills me to say that this ray of hope,

Was destroyed ruthlessly in the past.

I've been stuck in this place

For a long time now,

And don’t know when or how

I will get out.

But i tell myself

Every night and every day,

It’s ok,

You have got her on your side

And she is here to stay.

Muting the confused emotions

And cacophony voices in your head,

The comfort she brings

Is very far ahead.

So don’t give up just yet,

Keep fighting for your pride,

In the end she has inspired me

And I am at your side.

By Deeksha Dore