Why was I born?
by Blany Ashwin Francis Rosario
I have no dad neither any mom;
But one damn question why was I born?
Fighting a losing battle all the way.
There is a sad saga for me to say
Chained to the bed for a fortnight..
Let me not give up, without a fight..
Can’t help it, destiny is not with me
My end is near, I have got to flee
Dad was the source,he had the germ
Gave it to my mom,clear and warm..
Pity on my mom,she was foxed in love
Love you dear mom,I give you a bow..
He doubted my mom,stabbed her wild
Do remember her eyes,so gentle and mild..
Law of Karma acted upon my dad.
The germ killed him and made me glad
I have it in me,I have the deadly AIDS
Weak I have become,counting my days
I don’t know why me? And whom to blame
Ill-luck,destiny,stars and fate all in one name...
I look into the zenith,I see it coming to me..
The silhouette of an eagle,to lift me unto thee...
Be prepared God,you have some questions here
If you can’t answer me,do shed for me a tear.....
Saturday, January 09, 2010
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Nice rhythm. Another AIDS victim. How sad.
A sad, sad story for so many children today.
How sad. And, unfortunately, too very real.
A touching narrative in fitting language.
I like the folk ballad style.
Great rythnm, comes together nicely.
Tragic Blaney, and all too real.
Sad sad story, way too real for today. Can't help but repeat like many commenters before me - great rhythm!
All the words come together so well and make this a special piece with a purpose. Good work.
Very sad.
Beautifully written. Brings out the helplessness and utter vulnerability of children in particular. There is a lovely gypsyish feel to the verse which makes it all the more poignant.
Very nicely done. One of the best poems amongst all the poetry entries.
So many questions, but best left unanswered?
Oh the evil that men do.
Lovely. Because I'm not really a writer...I take everything literally. If Magic Johnson can stay alive for 20 years with AIDS so can anyone.
The blame game is unfruitfull prayer,
Only wild shoots of pity there.
So sad. I agree that is is beautifully-written. Well done.
brutal...
Horribly sad.
The evil that men do indeed...or in my case...the woman...
Incredibly sad if well written.
Never having been an oficionado of poetry I'm particularly pleased to have discoverd it in Jason's comps...and this is very good.
By the way. Why aren't you blogging?
nice narrative. sad at the same time thought provoking...
I like the style you chose to tell this very sad and tragic story.
This is a brutally honest piece of writing.
Dear Entrants #1-105,
I have read your pieces so that I can fairly participate in the Readers' Choice vote. (I read all of them through last week, before I started commenting.) I will be coming back around to offer my keep/tweak comment, but I didn't want anyone to snark.
Cheers,
Aerin (#236)
BTW, it's perfectly fine if you still want to snark, but this way you can choose a more appropriate subject, like the Golden Globes or those wretched Old Navy dummies.
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