Abandoned

And I, shattered by my  light

Who obliterated the past to make his future bright

Am I abandoned and thrown away only to lament?

Like a used napkin, once the beauty of a table and the whole ambience

Now thrown to be taken by the rag pickers

I silently think, but yearning badly

Like the shed tail of a lizard, wiggling like a snake

Only wishes to get the soul of its life again

Grimy strains and aches seem to make soundless screams,

Silence creeps into my veins

Amongst the strangers of this new home

Obligated I breathe for survival,

Being enveloped in a deserted unknown space

My throbbing heart, roasted, as a sun burnt face.

Sanity lost in my tragedy

Words fail to express the deep-rooted gloom,

Heart still hopeful  for that caring bloom.

Every story of my replica’s childhood, I have narrated

Now every corner of this new home 

Wants to meet you?

Will you come?

-Pooja Mandla