Once upon a time, long back ago..
I was happy with my family ,my cousins and more..
Festive season flooded houses with people and sweets…
Blessed was life then….indeed…
There was Joy, there was song..
for everyone to sing along…
All were happy, all were glad…
Today thinking of them makes me sad..
As I sit in midst of half minded people…
They have various stories and legends to recite…
I feel so lonely , deserted..
And completely out of my mind…
Today I`m here for rehab of my mental growth…
Somehow balance slipped off and I became mad or so…
Today people laugh at me and feel shame to confess..
That they do relate to me…I know…
Oh Lord have I commited some sin..
In this life or before?
Why am I suffering from a mental disease?
What did I do? Can I know?
As I have lived,I`ve hurt none..
During my episodes I try to control but cannot..
Those daily sour drugs..those electric shocks…
Mercy….It hurts a lot…
Everyday this time I cry and peep to see..
If someone or cousins have come to meet…
All have abandoned me, not even my own blood turns..
But still hope always and towards the gate I run…
