Written by Dr Rukhsar Siddiqui aka ruks145
Don't you dare come at my funeral,
Hardly anyone gets invitation for any funeral,
Don't you dare ask any questions,
Since I shall be dead,
And very well busy in my funeral,
And if still you seek for answers,
In this poem, which I am writing just down,
You never answered when I asked,
Before my funeral.
That pleading look I threw at my friends,
To don't leave me and to just sit around me,
Ah! Disappointment! Full to the brim of friendship,
Silent tears that hounded me,
Grasping me, scaring me,
You all saw and yet you ignored me,
For sadness shouldn't be shared, only happiness,
No matter how fake are they.
When I tried to raise my voice,
About bullies and monsters in innocent faces,
And to speak out my feelings loudly,
What good grades and respect I got,
Hoping against hope that,
They are my family, my blood,
Like a dagger to my heart,
Showing no understanding, no mercy,
Shutting me up and be silent forever,
Never to listen to me,
Never feeling ashamed of it.
While throwing me into the world of suitors,
I dared to ask with a hint of positivity,
Will you give what I need,
Will you support me enough to heal me,
They all laughed like hyenas,
Cheered like piranhas,
Growled like tigers,
As they all were animals in disguise.
Oh, how they all from the same species,
Asking me if I am eligible enough,
Thin enough, beautiful enough,
Tall enough, silent enough,
Do I have a job?
Like it's my responsibility to run house,
Do I know how to cook fantastic?
Like one mistake and I consider myself divorced,
Do I know how to manage work and house?
Considering me wife and slave in disguise.
No one was there and no one will be there,
Fighting against troubles throughout my life,
One, Oh yes, one was always there,
My God! You are with me all the time,
Losing interest in this bright world,
I closed my eyes with anticipation,
Letting darkness and coldness engulfing me,
And trying to walk towards my Lord,
And so, I don't expect you to cry in my funeral,
Laugh, celebrate, as you have already forgotten me,
And let me rest in peace.
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Nice to meet you again dear friends. Another poem to share with you. Yesterday I had a very bad day, Someone told me I was worth 500 Rs. You know, bullies exist everywhere and in many forms. But, after that, this poem started coming out of me. I became restless and then I wrote it down in a page. I wish for eternal peace. I am so tired. Very tired. This poem is just a glimpse of why I want nothing from this world. But still hope is not lost. Kindly read it and laugh as much as you want about my grammatical errors. I am sorry for that.
Enjoy.
With regards,
Your's faithful believer,
ruks145
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