I might have walked a thousand miles,
holding my mother’s hand.
But that night i saw her grip,
slipping like the sand…
My hands were numb and heart was cold,
i didn’t know what to do.
Your hand had slipped, my tears were swept,
it felt as if i were doomed!
I stood up high and saw the sky,
Ah! it was so big.
I had lost something which i valued most,
and I began to sink.
I turned around and saw the world,
and started getting thick.
It felt as if i were tied in chains,
which was driving me sick.
i heard a voice.
Oh! it was HIM.
The Lord, The God…. The Grim!
Why? Why? Why? Why only me?
when did i disobey?
and much more was rushing in my mind,
all that i wished to say.
But to a shock i remained still,
and he just smiled away.
I stood there confused with my thoughts,
what made him do this way?
Today i stand here again,
thinking the same old way.
Could he have heard without the words,
what i wanted to say?
Or maybe, just maybe,
silence did speak louder than words,
tulika singh (16th July, 2008, 4:30pm)