The Loneliest

By Hirra Sultan

Representational Pic.
Representational Pic.

Unheard by parents

And unheard by friends

I found respite in indulgence

Something people called drugs

 

I tried to talk and connect

They shall know my plight

All I got back was dictates

Rules to be followed and work to be done!

 

I spoke of my misery to my friends

They mocked me … laughed at my tears

I thought of them as companions

They were mere pleasure seekers

 

I thought my teacher could save me

They hold positions of our parents

But my approach yielded no result

I was shooed away… I wasn’t the favourite!

 

Pained by the grief of misunderstanding

I seemed to be the loneliest

None stood none understood

My life was a vexation

 

Turning numb towards the pain

I found my best friend soon

Someone who made me high,

With whom I forgot my pain

 

But I failed to understand

Why people look down upon the saviour

Why they seemed so biased

Why they call drugs a menace!

 

The poet is CSE-B 4th Year student at Sharda University

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