The 'only child'—
the one who must get all the attention,
the child whose heart is pulled in endless directions,
caught between love and expectation.
The 'only child'—
the one who struggles to understand her parents:
why her father’s anger burns so hot,
only to hear it’s because he loves her.
Why her mother’s tears spill,
......
The way to success
Is stony and full of thorns;
We’ve to bleed, for sure.
Daddy, where were you when I was just a child,
A perfect little girl, eager and mild?
I didn't ask for much—just a look, a touch—
But you slipped away; was I asking too much?
Were you running from her, from her bitter flame?
But what about me—did you even know my name?
I lied to everyone, said we were close,
......
Legs pumping, muscles screaming
Eyes transfixed, seeing but not seeing,
Mind wandering sometimes dreaming
Heart thumping, loudly beating.
Body glistening, pace increasing,
No thought other than just breathing,
Inner voice gently pleading,
It's against me that you're competing.
Hardened gaze, resolve seeking
Any thought of slowing down but fleeting,
......
Caught between Covid teeth
Some fall down;
Some with guts and zeal
Usually stand up.
Among all who exist and rise
Only the fittest survive.
History smiles on paper
As mankind is known for eons
By its immune power—
......
The 'only child'—
the one who must get all the attention,
the child whose heart is pulled in endless directions,
caught between love and expectation.
The 'only child'—
the one who struggles to understand her parents:
why her father’s anger burns so hot,
only to hear it’s because he loves her.
Why her mother’s tears spill,
......
That day, as though yesterday it lingers,
The school bell rang, yet sickness clutched my fingers.
From nowhere it struck, with a pressure so deep,
My body faltered, as if yearning for sleep.
“It’s a sickness like every other,” I thought,
So I bathed, dressed, and the next morning fought.
Yet by the first class, my strength ebbed away,
To the nurse I staggered, hoping she'd delay
This strange shadow that loomed over my frame,
......
Life´s path winds like a river,
twisting through valleys of despair and peaks of joy.
Each step forward feels both heavy and light,
the ground beneath shifting,uncertain.
We climb mountains of ambition,
only to stumble in the shadows of doubt,
moments of clarity fleeting,
as we navigate the storms within.
......
In shadows deep,where restless thoughts collide,
the hours stretch,a thief of peace and rest.
The moon,a silent witness,
serves as a guide,
while whispers of the night
invade my chest.
Each ticking clock, a taunt,a cruel game,
with every breath, the quietude departs.
An endless loop of worry fuels the flame,
......
Daddy, where were you when I was just a child,
A perfect little girl, eager and mild?
I didn't ask for much—just a look, a touch—
But you slipped away; was I asking too much?
Were you running from her, from her bitter flame?
But what about me—did you even know my name?
I lied to everyone, said we were close,
......