Poetry by Looky P. Deka

Last wish

If you ask me for my last wish Well, It will be not to die - alone

I have not had a great life All I did all my lifetime was To strive for some food Only to fill my empty stomach, Some clothes Only to kick cold, A shelter That too not to get wet in God's shower

I have not had a great life They raped me in the dark I could not even see their faces They tore my bottom up I struggled I cried in pain But all went in vain In the loud party music beside the sea

I knew not who my mother was I never thought of my father All I wanted was - Some kindhearted beggars To share their food And some rugs But looking at my afflicted existence They even ignored spitting at me

I have not had a great life Not a single dust belonged to me The only thing I had was A fruitless life; Not even a bit useful as those wild weeds Those are also sometimes fed to rabbits

What an august life I had! I had no childhood No adolescence! No youth All I had was a torn womenly bottom A starving heart A why so sane soul And an existence equals to non existence Not a straying dog cares if I die

All this worthless life I had one huge dream - An end to this life. Last few months He sitting above may has been preparing For this great great task Hence disabling me even to move Oh! What a good thing the universe is going to onlook

In my last minutes If you somehow feel my being, find a great worth in me, do come and ask me my last wish I would ask you - Will you die with me? All this life I had no one To look at my eyes Or to say mine The only wish I have is Not to die - alone

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