NO TEARS LEFT: award winner

NO TEARS LEFT


Though I shed tears throughout my life,
Now not a tear is left.
My tears were in fact all I had,
Of them I am bereft.

I was abandoned as a child,
And none did hold my hand.
None had love or comfort for me
In sky and sea and land.

I toiled and suffered and I was
Made a tool by those all,
Who have not a compunction in
Exploiting children small.

Matured before my age, I have
Lost my tender childhood.
I feel shaky, though till so far,
I have on my own stood.

Begging and running from the cops,
Sleeping without a roof;
Proving my own identity,
Of which I have no proof;

All these have dehumanized me
To such an extent that
I too have now come to believe,
I am a useless brat.


• Written in abcb, 8-6-8-6 format.

* Awarded first place in “COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST”
"COLORING THE WORLD CONTEST " , round 15.


M C Gupta
1 December 2007