Rustic smell of blood intruded my senses
For I was seeings red all of a sudden
A small shuddering wailing caught my attention
I seek out the noise
Wondering where's the cause of such intervention?
As I walk down the alley, the noise is identified as crying
My heart races as I see the bag moving
For I was unsure of what to do
I freed the little angel out of the bag
It's little hands held me tight
Sadly,I was clueless about how to soothe this little thing
I wipe it's tear
It's curious eyes holds my unknown face
Her little hands fists on my dirty grey cloth
She cries and cries
Without a stop
My heart pounds in tension non-stop
I then sigh,
Placing it's small head gently on my shoulder
the time slows down
I rock it back and forth
The wailing slows down
As the slumber catches it
The walls of tension now eases down
That day changed my life
That day she changed me
She soothes my disturbed soul as her little fists insist
at last I was hoping again
For it had been a while since I felt alive again
My life had its own demons
I was running far away from
For this little angel
I will live again
I will hope again.
For she's my sunshine in my darkest days
A new identity I have been searching for days after days
A new responsibility I love having
A new hope that's worth living
She's my love
She's my hope.
-Mithila
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Hope
PoetryA story of a Father and his Hope relayed through short poems. Depression can lead man to self destruction. Society mocks a depressed person. shames a depressed person. But deep down all they seek is hope. Hope to live,Hope to survive. This is a sto...
