Maybe. Maybe not. – Delhi Poetry Slam

Maybe. Maybe not.

By Camellia Vinshay 

 

Would it have been better
If I had no family?
Would I have been less traumatized?
Would I ,then, not walk on eggshells around them?
Would I have learnt what love is?
Would I have experienced it?
Maybe. Maybe not.
Cause it would still be me..

Was it them or was it me?
That led us to this.
Am I that bad?
Or was this just what destiny had for me?

Would it have made a difference
If I was different?
Perhaps more pretty?
More.. of what they expected me to be?
Maybe they would be happy then
With me, with themselves.
Maybe then they wouldn't fight
With me, among them.

Was I that bad a daughter?
Or were they that bad a parent?
Perhaps, the former.
Afterall, parents are supposed to love you no matter what
But who can blame them if the daughter is something no one would want.

Maybe they feel how I do.
Maybe they, also, would give the world to start anew?
Perhaps they too would try to love me just as I do?

Or maybe they would just let me be?
Cause of all the damage I'd do.

Was it their fault or my own?
Guess we'd never know.
But based on the one who says he has seen it all,
I was that one wrong pod.


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