Dear mom !
I am the one you bore ,
I am the one whom you adore,
But now all you care about is, what I wore ;
I wonder if your love was vapour,
That you crushed like a paper .

Dear dad !
I am the one you care ,
I am the one whom you think is rare ;
But now all you do is glare ,
My face that seems to be confused,
That you ignore like a small bruise.

Dear love !
I am the one you loved ,
I am the one whom you procured;
But now all you do is ignore ,
The shattered feelings of mine ,
Which you always force me to decline.


© Bishal kalita