IT IS MY DREAM MUMMY,PAPA HOLDING EACH OTHERS HAND........
I have seen split family still I ...
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IT IS MY DREAM MUMMY,PAPA HOLDING EACH OTHERS HAND........
I have seen split family still I dare to dream,
I never divulge my pain but I do scream in my dreams,
I always feel helpless when I see mummy ,Papa fighting with each other,
I dream someday they will gently hold hands of each other,
I sleep alone and get scared, but mummy, papa has no time they never cared,
I feel bad when I attend PTM( Parents Teacher Meeting) Without dad,
I feel sad when I see my friends with their Dad,
I need Mummy ,Papa when I am alone at Home,
I need Mummy ,Papa when there is some problem ,
I need Mummy ,Papa When there is no one to protect me,
I feel unlucky When Mummy, Papa disregard and disown my small wishes,
I never understand why am I crucified for their ego fight
I dream of cuddle instead I am cursed,
I dream to be a dancing damsel instead I am deprived of basic love and affection,
I dream of euphoria in my life instead I am punished for a faceless fault,
I dream of complete family full of love and happiness instead I am given a complex family,
I dream of understandable Mummy Papa to be heard instead I am given deaf ears,
I dreamt of carless childhood instead I am given a paralysed youth,
I dreamt of paradise instead I have become a part of pavements.
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Hi WAH,
A wonderful poem on a child's emotion...Your lines depicts the bruises of a child who longs for little care n love...
Nice one...
Cindrella King
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