A Laden Heart..


Its raining..the air is heavy and cold
Memories flood in but I just don't let it in
I walk past the shore with a laden heart
The lashing waves shreiking out aloud my pain

I see a mother,i see a child
I hope God gave them enough to dine
Each morsel of what remains,coated with all the love she has
She feeds, her dying child with hope

I wonder..I wonder..
I wonder what her prayers were and her prayers are
Her lost dreams and sorrows are
I wonder..I wonder..
I wonder what my prayers were and my prayers are
My fullfilled dreams and desires are
Who should he listen to..I wonder again..
A person like me or one like her..

All the worlds a stage they say
Only justice would quench my thirst,but it long remains
The worries I see around in my small life
Of untold crushes,lost games and exams failed
The worries she see nail me down
Of sleepless nights under the stars,hoping never to wake again

I need him,I close my eyes and look into my heart
I ask him..why me? and why not her?
I realise why.. and he merely smiles..

__AV__

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