By Shrishti Negi
Where have you gone?
Even now, would you rather
Stay silent in this new dawn
Than be by my side?
I am alone, have been,
Long before you died.
But, I wonder if I can lean
On you from the water
Where what remained of you now rests.
Or, are you ashamed of your own daughter?
Or, are all my sufferings and pain little jests
For you to laugh about too?
It’s the same with you gone.
I’m left to unravel the words you
Left unsaid in the lawn
Of the tangled web.
The lawn can be mowed
Hoping to ebb
The multitude of emotions that were sowed
With or without intention
But they always grow back taller.
What advanced invention
Can possibly help hauler
That away which isn’t anybody’s to tame?
The shape of which can’t be fathomed can’t be shaped.
This isn’t just any game
Where the wounds can be taped.
The outside heals but the inside never does.
You can’t even fathom the hurt.
If only you could hear through the fuzz,
And help me out of the dirt
That chokes the life out of me.
Or, are you too far gone?
I wonder if you are able to see
Or hear or feel the pain of your troubled fawn.
Or, am I all alone
Answering to the consequences of my own bad choices
Of which I can never atone?
- Words that one of your daughters voices
By Shrishti Negi
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