I lost something precious
A few days back
I lost something dear
To an avaricious attack
Ever since, it’s just been
A phase of doubt and pain
I quell it and it rises
Like a blinding haze again
Hot anger surges
At the unfairness of it all
My strengths now appear
So weak and small
It leads me to question
(as I knew it would)
Am I worth the pride I have?
Am I any good?
Ok! So that’s hurtful!!
But it’s also true
I better start being me
(Only I know how to!)
And if I am what I know I am
Can a little jolt pull me down?
I cry when I hurt, but if you’re alert
You’ll see a smile fighting every frown
So, smile again dear World,
I return sadder but wiser
I lost what I had, But I won it right back
And now I’m so much the nicer J
(My two-and-a-half months old N-73 was snatched from my hand in front of my building at 7.15pm!! It gave a jolt to my warm, safe little world - it was a rude awakening! Fear, anger, pain, helplessness, guilt - i felt it all. I lived it all; actually, wallowed in it. The N-73 seemed to have become a symbol of a personal failure. But a failure I am not. So, I am smiling again, though I'm mourning my mobile, still...)
