Do I need a reason to live?

They say the world is too cruel,

They won’t let you forget that you are not pure

That you were ripped apart inside out  

That your soul was played with

Like a mud doll

They say I am living dead

There is no meaning, there’s nothing left.

My mother looks at me and thinks

Had it been not better if I were a still born

My brother puts up a brave face,

To the world that knows him not

Inside he is a broken man

His identity has been fixed for life

He shares his blood with a raped girl.

My father can’t look at my bandaged body

He wishes I were dead long back.

His pride shattered, his head bent

His eyes will not look up ever again.

I lie on the hospital bed

My eyes closed, groaning in pain.

I hear a voice that whispers something

Do I also want the same thing for me?

No,I say never,not at all

Keep those prayers, you sympathies to you

I want to see the blue sky again

And feel the gust of wind beating against my face.

I want to sing in hushed voice in bathroom

While bathing away the day’s weariness.

I want to eat that special sweet

My mother cooks on my birthdays.

I want to go back to the warmth of

My hearth, my home.

And sleep as if there were no tomorrow

I want to walk the streets of the city

That I have learnt to call my home.