And I can’t hear what I’m singing
During the 7/11 trainblast in Mumbai, my friend told me that a blast that happened near khar had a maternity hospital nearby. And all the new-borns went deaf due to the intense pitch of the blast. I dont know how much true this gory incident is, but the story definitely hit me hard and i started writing something for them. I definitely took a long time completing it but then even my life was on the verge of a debacle. But now as a tried to get out of it, i thought of finishing this task at my hand. And here it is:
And I can’t hear what I’m singing
The room echoed,
The cradle rocked,
Sparkles in the eyes,
As my body unlocked,
My cries filled the air
And everyone smiled,
The place around me,
Looked beguiled,
Her face appeared pale
And completely worn,
Yet a thousand smiles on her face,
For I was born.
Listen to my cries
And tell me how they sound,
My words are my liberation
From your eyes that confound,
It wasn’t my intention;
I’m not a bad luck,
I wanna live in the world,
Why would I get it fucked?
Please take back your curses,
Coz to me they are stinging,
Even I suffered the blast,
And I can’t hear what I’m singing.
A day so normal,
As a normal day,
Nothing changed,
Just the usual way,
But life changes every moment
And so it did,
As the blast took place
And everyone squealed,
Hundreds bid goodbye
And thousands cried,
Was I to be blamed
For those who died?
Listen to my cries
And tell me how they sound,
My words are my liberation
From your eyes that confound,
It wasn’t my intention;
I’m not a bad luck,
I wanna live in the world,
Why would I get it fucked?
Please take back your curses,
Coz to me they are stinging,
Even I suffered the blast,
And I can’t hear what I’m singing.
My birthday will be mourned,
11th July the day it is,
I was the one borned,
Who left many deceased,
It was a coincidence,
Don’t blame my mother and me,
I’m down on my knees,
To make a final plea,
I hope you get to know,
The hell I’m going through,
I want you to forgive me,
Coz my end is overdue.
The room echoed,
The cradle rocked,
Sparkles in the eyes,
As my body unlocked,
My cries filled the air
And everyone smiled,
The place around me,
Looked beguiled,
Her face appeared pale
And completely worn,
Yet a thousand smiles on her face,
For I was born.
Listen to my cries
And tell me how they sound,
My words are my liberation
From your eyes that confound,
It wasn’t my intention;
I’m not a bad luck,
I wanna live in the world,
Why would I get it fucked?
Please take back your curses,
Coz to me they are stinging,
Even I suffered the blast,
And I can’t hear what I’m singing.
A day so normal,
As a normal day,
Nothing changed,
Just the usual way,
But life changes every moment
And so it did,
As the blast took place
And everyone squealed,
Hundreds bid goodbye
And thousands cried,
Was I to be blamed
For those who died?
Listen to my cries
And tell me how they sound,
My words are my liberation
From your eyes that confound,
It wasn’t my intention;
I’m not a bad luck,
I wanna live in the world,
Why would I get it fucked?
Please take back your curses,
Coz to me they are stinging,
Even I suffered the blast,
And I can’t hear what I’m singing.
My birthday will be mourned,
11th July the day it is,
I was the one borned,
Who left many deceased,
It was a coincidence,
Don’t blame my mother and me,
I’m down on my knees,
To make a final plea,
I hope you get to know,
The hell I’m going through,
I want you to forgive me,
Coz my end is overdue.
I tried to express my feelings. If anyone feels any objections please feel free to suggest.
posted by deadsaint at 8:55 PM
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