Certain realities strike us hard. And it becomes difficult to cope with them.
A few years back a terrorist attack in school in Peshawar took away many innocent lives. The incident was enough to shake many hearts and create a sense of fear. I wasn’t a mother then, still could feel the pain of the parents who lost their kids. I was filled with ‘Phobia’ on seeing such heartlessness and brutality.
This Phobia has taken a permanent place in my heart. We, as parents, want to provide the best of facilities to our kids, but the current state of society shows the number of pitfalls we would face to achieve those dreams. The recent Gorakhpur incident and the one that happened in a reputed school where a 7 year old was killed within the school premises, shook me again. The mere thoughts of the mother who lost her son left me with goosebumps and teary eyes. My heart goes out to her and also to all other mothers who would now feel afraid to send their children to school. I am one amongst them.
This dark poetic piece is a depiction of a heart that is filled with Phobia. It is an emotional outburst by a mind full of pain, loss and fear.
My fear, my phobia
Yes, I am afraid!
Did you hear me?
I will speak aloud
I will shout
Just to let you know
I am afraid!
You want to make fun of me?
My Phobia has no death
It is there since long
It seems to have no end.
I am tired to hiding
I am tired of escape
Such harsh reality
Do I really have to face?
Please understand me
Do not force me down
My mind cannot take another trauma
My face is tired of this frown.
I feel as if I am shackled.
This phobia has trapped me in its arms.
I feel I am fighting an internal battle
That has caused enough harm.
This world is full of terror
There are no happy tales to regale
My heart has turned into a stone
After experiencing perpetual pain.
I need to calm down a bit
I need to enjoy all days
Without thinking about all this
I need to fly with a free mind-
Nothing to bind me.
Nothing to knock me down.
Oh! I am toiling in thoughts
I don’t know what more to say.
Am confused myself:
Wading in emotions,
Puzzled and frailed.
Pic Credits: Pixabay.com
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