My First ever poem ... translated

For countless times I have chosen to lift up a pen and paper just to keep it down, empty, after an hour or so of brainstorming. My heart says - write it down once and for all and unburden your mind, let those tears flow and leave with you with no past behind.

But still, god knows why, those memories never found the right words ...maybe until now ...

The innocence in her little pranks, O my My's

Wont you come tomorrow ? asks her little eyes ..

while going home never let go of my hand

O why didn't my stupid mind didnt realize His's plan!

Adamant as she was and mischievous and all ..

Her pencil always wrote on the cold damp walls !

On a Funny day I was telling them a tale,

Of a father and mother and a naughty baby,

when silence heard my story and along came a wail,

My girl was crying for she had missed her share.

And then it dawned on me , O the Horror !

I tried my best to pacify her heart

But deep these wounds are ... they heal not so fast !!

That night thoughts thundered my brain

Promised myself I will share her pain.

Days went by and studies became her friend

and fate chose it that I went away

days still went by and memories diminished

And one fine morning when the sky was still blue

My eyes searched for her but without a tiny clue

To unveil the mystery my steps went to her house

only to meet a lock and a word that she left.

Stupid as my heart is it went in a frenzy

My twelve year old Khurki was sent to Delhi

My Twelve year old Khurki was a housemaid in Delhi.

Suffer it must and my heart paid its part,

Time was a friend and I forgot even that ...

Sometimes someday, That heart does pain a bit

maybe somewhere, someone misses it a bit

In those moments I choose a corner in my Heart,

engrave in it that No one No more ...

There will be a change, Their future will be bright

Justice will be made ... and that will be Ambarish's Light.

P.S. : Khurki was a student of My class (Nursery class) when i first came to center-2 of Kartavya.