I don't have a lost legacyA Poem by It's Me, The MiracleA poem on lost legacyWhy do you want to poke fun on me on my lost Legacy? As my legacy never deserved even to be laughed at it When the legacy is a gift of personal belongings by will And a gift requires a person who never expect returns How can I lose something that was never belonged me? The dimensions of my legacy always had nothing in hold The wealth that was my own right was taken by siblings As I couldn't demand even a bit of love from my mother Borne from clay, my share of intellect also was empty Thanks to the creator who kept a bit of it in my persona Like the benignity shown to the lotus who hailed in mud Like lotus, I also find it difficult to make bonds with
allies Like lotus, what I do is to stare at them when they pass Hailing like a queen of mud, when I look to the river bank I see the beautiful flowers and plants enjoy their legacy Tears fled as streams and bring my eyes down to earth There I see a lot of plants that live a life of happiness They even don’t know the meaning of the term legacy Yet, they are really happy, and then what went wrong What is that made my tears fled like an unending stream It is nothing special as claimed, a small phrase ‘lost
legacy’ Today, I stop sobs on a realization, ‘that I never had a
legacy’ As the legacy is a gift of personal belongings by will of
others And a gift requires a person who never expect returns And my fortune still on an unending search to find that
person. I still am waiting as my legacy deserves to be waited. © 2013 It's Me, The MiracleReviews
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