Eighty Five years I lived in this world
Throughout my life, I was thirsty for love and care
But no one was ready to give me that love.
Now I am dead and my body is lying in the Coffin.
Without knowing my soul standing and watching ,
From a distance above their head,
All are standing around my body .
Some are screaming and some are weeping
Some faces are red with grief and sorrow
While some are praising me to others.
With a wonder I was watching all these dramas
From a distance above their head.
The incidences came one by one in my mind.
When I came out from my mother’s womb,
My parents felt so happy finding me a boy.
All my elders became happy
Seeing me as an asset to the family.
They dreamt of me as a way to earn money
There was a competition to love me , to take me,
And to pat me as a dear one.
When I started to walk, they found some thing unnatural
It was a shock to my family to see me as a lame boy.
The competition had a full stop here.
I wanted to play with my elder sisters,
But they avoided me as I am lame.
When I started to go to school ,
I wished to be a part of others,
But they pushed me back seeing me as a shame.
No one missed the opportunity which
They got to tease me and push me aside .
In my youth, I tried to make some earnings for my life
But the opportunities were denied for a lame one.
I wished to make a family as others do,
But no parents were ready to give the girls
To a lame, un attractive person.
Years passed by , nothing happened special
My hair became grey and body weak.
No one took care of me
I was avoided from the family functions
Finding me shame for others.
When my health is gone and needed someone’s help,
Every one shouted at me telling me as pretending .
Now I’m dead, no one thinks I was lame
The love is showered on me
And no one can control their grief and sorrow.
Because the time comes to divide my property.
I wonder, what a drama is going on,
What a wonderful world it is.