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...)
2 comments:
it is really hard to forget the tiny devices in our hands. we always have our small world around these devices. and when it comes to mobile phone, phones are closely attached with our emotions, the exceptional device that defines our daily life, life-style. loosing your favorite phone, by any means, gives us tonnes of pains.
Yes heart breaks and shatters into million pieces....those precious little moments stored in a small lil instrument...Somethings are just more than a mere mobile...they hold the world...
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