Poems reveal our deepest emotions, in this poem it is true. I wanted to make life better for for my family, relatives and for the people around me. I wanted to be of help to others in need but sad that fate can only answer if that could possibly be. When I reach forty, my hope for my dreams shall fade. Good, I still have five more years to aspire…
Nobody is happy for your sibling’s lost, knowing he was
deprived of what he should have. That he should have been living a comfortably better
life had not his father died and something borrowed was not paid. That brother
is always around to give me a hand, now he is helpless, all I can do is to pray
for his future.
I have written so many drafts that I did not mail. It kept me up till dawn, planning my mom’s
return to the flock. Worried what
might happen every morning I wake-up, wishing to see mother’s name on the ‘Book of Life’ before two possible bad
things could happen.
As of now, all I can do is to persevere on waiting for my
three wishes to be granted and soon there will be a HAPPILY EVER AFTER.
