Only If..

 On the desk, the book lies all alone,

 None of you know what a pain it is to have it there.

 Life was worth living, if only they wouldn’t have gone.

 Yes. I cry, when their photographs do not answer to my yells.

 

 I wish I had friends, or at least a rival,

 For my life has now become, ‘mere survival’.

 

 There  were times, when we all would laugh and play,

 Hanging by the trees and running through the ditches, when

 Elves and fairies would seem clear as day.

 Ruffling leaves now break the silence.

 Elated with hope I reach out to the window.

 

 Wishing that someone would return from behind the meadow.

 And suddenly, every sound would die away; to my dismay..

 Slowly, I’d come back and continue to think of the day......

 

 Something terrible happened that day and they all left.

 Oh! How I wish I too were dead, that morning when,

 Mommy gave me the book, that she for so long had possessed.

 Erasing my forehead’s sweat, she had said,

“One day we will be rich and you’ll be able to read.”

 Now the book still lies there, for someone to find, for,

 Even after having both my eyes....

                                      ...... I wish, they wouldn’t call me blind!

Author's Note

I wrote it in an impromptu poetry competition at school. Any suggestions are welcome..

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

This was soooo good ...Thank you for sharing...Pen on...:)..........................

[Rizviya Rahman]

Thanks.....

[Sami Khalil]

Yu are welcome...:).................

[ayele marie dalmeida]

wow this is a powerful and sad but also angry poem in my opinion , hope to read more from you . keep it up.

[Rizviya Rahman]

Thank you..:)

[Nwanna Onyeka Benedict]

It is a nice piece. Keep on the good work

[Rizviya Rahman]

Thanks for the appreciation..Writing is one thing that im never going to leave..:)