Tuesday, 20 November 2012
Tuesday, 13 November 2012
My Super Mom
She speaks while I'm inside
Even before I see the light
She calls me a miracle
For I came in her life
After seven hopeless years
She holds me while i shed tears
And i cuddle beside her
She listens to my jumbling words
While my heart was breaking
She wipe away my tears
Light up my gloomy face
She is a best friend to me
She is my hero
She is my MOM
Why Am I born like this
A new cut before the last one heals.
A new medicine before the last one works.
I opened my eyes to my so called small world around me,
I saw different people everyday,
Most of the time people with white coats
With their scalpel and their gloves
But I never stopped seeing people
Coming with someone just like me,
With a nice collar around their neck,
A dress or a cloth around them,
They smell good with those vanilla perfumes,
With a snack I’ve never tasted ever in my life .
I wish to feel those groomed furs and the polished nails.
I feel the pain that I’m not supposed to feel
Gave myself up for their knowledge.
I wish to feel the love that the others feel.
I might not get the right proportion because of the scars
I’m still a dog just like your dog.
A big question that travels in my head
Every now and then
Why Am I Born Like This?
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