if i could, i would
make your parents understand
that they are not fair to you
that all along, through out
you have been misunderstanding me
for you did not care to know -
the true me,
the inner me,
you only looked for that timid frame
which you had been assigned to look for
sorrily.
i am so sorry that it engulfs you so treacherously.
but i would, if i could
only for a true real sign
for knowing a direction
sensing commotion within you, too.
you have been snatched away from me,
and made to not being able to say,
‘if i could, i would, come back.’
& soon, that you will,
oh, that you will.
know, have you been fair to me?
or to your own self?
even after all that has been said & done by you
or both,
but wait, wait…
i would wait.
Dushwari
