Back with another sad poem.

Returned home after a dutiful day,
Opened the lock and door,
Sat on the lazy couch
To speak to the empty walls.
‘What’s this life?
No time to stand and stare’,
The voice of my teacher resonated
And echoed all over the living area.
I plugged my ears unable to hear,
Bent down, tears shimmering,
Telling to myself, ‘How true it is!’
Every morning, my parents bustle
And chase me to the school
In the packed van, only to my dismay.
They work and earn a lot
But they remain illiterates
Since they are unable to read me.
I ain’t wanting this busiest life.
I only want the warmth
Of my mother’s lap
As I return home After bullies and scoldings.
My parents brandish me a, ‘couch potato’
Yes, I am so. Since it’s my sole companion,
Behind the closed hearts and doors.
The characters of the television
Speak to me more than my parents do.
I sing along, dance together, and frown,
Feel dejected only with my own silhouette.
I am fifteen now, I feel quirky
And shy when I see my girl classmates.
I do want to know, if it’s right
Or do only I have this feel.
I am scared since my voice’s broken.
With whom to share? To whom to ask?
I regret for being born alone sans siblings.
O God! Please ask my mother and father.
To at least spend one-fourth hour In a day with me.

Thank You
~ Saara