LOST, MY BUNDLE OF JOY

By-Ayushi Jain

 

At age 10

I wandered, I ran out,

My bundle of love was lost in the midst of shinning stars…

 

After years of trembling down,

I picked myself up, hoping you might see me beneath the sky…

 

Loneliness, it felt…

Hope, it feels.

 

Mother O mother, how many stars are there?

Mother O Mother, I can't wait to come there;

Mother O Mother, there is no other space  

 

I try to give so much back

But you'll never come back

Only memories and moments of joy

 

......

 

Swinging near the well;

Threatening you by trying to jump for some penny

 

Being the naughtiest kid of the town

To now becoming the most decent one

 

I deserved more you than more me

Mother O Mother;

We shall meet there when sun comes down and nights light up.

And then my world will not be so lonely,

It would mean something.

 

Mother O Mother without you I'm Nothing.

 

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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn


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