Oh, the clocks have nearly striked to nine,
Time for mommy to come home an’ be all mine.
But there she storms into her room exhausted,
Leaving me and my soul; disheartened.
As I head back to my room with heads down,
I start to think about how my day goes around.
Every morning I ponder why was I ever born,
It intensifies when I’m alone after the car’s horn.
Silent brushing, silent bath and silent food,
All done as though to bring down my mood.
What’s the point when there’s a house maid,
To be mean on all the stuff my hands laid?
After daily tackling that lady who’s a big scrooge,
Instead I wanted it for my mom and me to smooch.
I head up where it’s better than to rot at home,
Its school; finally a place where I’m free to roam.
As I walk past all the lockers, waiting for my friend,
It is with her that my time I wanted to spend.
There she starts, telling me how her day did go,
With daughter-mom cuteness; just for me to know.
While she bragged about her mother on and on,
I wondered where the sweet face of my mom was gone.
“She is always with me when I reach home” She said,
She added, “from ‘good morn’ till making up my small bed”.
I thought these kinda moms don’t even exist in the moon,
Now I have to get thoughts away from my mom soon.
As soon as my classes began; I lay down caressing the bench,
Thoughts that I have no one to care made my eyes wrench.
Fighting back my tears, I run out of the class to the rest room,
On top of the water closet, flowers of regret began to bloom.
What mistake did I do to deserve all these stings was my doubt,
To experience and disappoint self with many a painless shout?
With these interrogations every single rise of the day,
I go to bed- all by myself and letting it come what may.
I wish, and I will keep wishing for her to sit next to me and read,
With every mornings, love in heart, is me who she will spoon feed.
Every dawn, she is aside my homework, laughing with me,
After all, that’s everything in this universe I wish her to be.
Not her fault, I would convince my inner self who proves she’s wrong,
I would say, “May be this is what and where I constantly belong”.