Oh Dear
/Oh dear, we are not fortunate ones,
not born with silver spoon,
we eat with our hands bare
we struggle to find but do share,
our only privacy is our heart
where we keep everything
that we don’t want to share
unlike lavishing ways we
need to survive after we are born
and that’s we are taught and so we do,
we are guilty of loving dear,
so I won’t love you and you too don’t
because we are not fortunate ones,
we don’t dream we survive,
there’s no desire and no wants alive in us,
we survive because we are born
and we can’t die on our own
because we are not fortunate ones,
The people like me dear,
are not the people like you dear,
we are taught we are not the same
that you despise us,
that god favours you,
and that we shouldn’t be like you.
On the edge of this survival mode
I choked the love, care, education and everything
That I am taught
I can’t stop myself from dreaming and desiring,
And slowly I let it grows insides me
And
That had made all the differences.
I need more space to spread my wings dear,
But I am denying and hesitating,
And
This had made me realize,
This had made me clarify,
That
There were faults in our ways of loving,
Caring, teaching and surviving.
That we do need to live.
Sth that you don’t face with dear because
You have silver spoon, eat golden foods,
Wear long gowns that covers my entire lifespan,
And walks equally naked yet you are not a beggar,
And I don’t blame you dear because
You were born with gloves on your hand,
Status on your name,
Dream on your eyes and
Desires on your neck.
Because that’s how you survive dear
And I won’t hate you for it.
Your family feud is entertainment but
Mine would be disgrace to my family so
I am scared to open
Your dating, marriage, affairs, money
Has even covered the vaccum
But I refuse to feel what I feel
We had our own wings we made to fly
But we are taught that sky is not for us
How humiliating !
That some of you dear, snatched our wings
And feel the sky
But
I don’t loathe you dear’
Please! don’t misunderstand me
I am just observing from what I lack now
And
Nomore. Shall I nomore look at.
Because this is a teaching of the society
To not dream and only to complain.
To compromise and to accept the shame
That we are poor, helpless, small and nothing
But the bunch of curses.
Want to come inside dear?
In the place where we survive?
Its not simple.
Just because we had not much of embellishments in our broken huts
We do not love our brokenness
And these broken wounds bleed
The raw art and emotion
But
We are taught to ignore and live with pain till the last breathe.
well
Yours dear, is decorated by eliminating the wounded flesh of your own
So yours not simple either.
But not all of us hate each other in our survival mode
I believe not all of you
Detest us too
From what I see,
I see
We all want to love and to be loved.
We all want to fly high in the sky
And run bare foot on the grass.
We all want to laugh louder
And cry together too.
We all want to be alone with
The stars, moon and the night
But when morning comes
We all want to dance with the partner.
We want to be absolutely alone
And absolutely together
We all want to decorate the mother earth
and shine individually but together.
And
That had made all the consequences
Because
We are human.
We are human dear,
The people from my world
And the people from your world.
We want to be the best of all
But we do face the worst too.
We want to win
But we lose too.
As we grow, old clothes won’t fit us
Regardless of our attachment.
We outgrow old to grow new
And that’s how the human race has been.
And that’s how the future has seen
The sacrifices of history
The cultivation of our emotions
The mistakes and lessons
And
To grow as a humankind
We need to grow individually.
By Honest Hypocrite
From: Nepal