Poems by Samiksha

A mother’s voice

a poem by Samiksha

With intension and with a choice,
They made up their minds
And finally decided to have a baby.

God seemed unfortunate to them,
The society went blind.
All cursed that mother, who just gave birth to a girl child.

The conservative family,
And the devil society
All blamed her,
For the decision made by the almighty.

That mother suffered and bitterly cried
She had never knew that,
For her baby girl, the world will be soo wild.

But she was a warrior,
Valiants never remain quiet
Ultimately she stood for her angel and decided to fight.

People thought
Just a lady she is
Suppressing her will be light.

Society underestimated her, and their thought went wrong
For her girl,
She can become even a heavy storm.
Her power was sufficient to break all the boundaries and norms.

The more injustice she faced,
The more she let her inner fire ignite.
Without fearing and sitting aside
That mother sweared,
To make her girl’s life bright.

Break Oh!

a poem by Samiksha

Intoxicated with madness
I’m in love with my sadness.
I can’t tell anyone
they are so lost in their happiness.

But my existence is so worthless
and my life so priceless
that my tears won’t bother anyone
yet again I’m ending up hopeless.

Now I’m lost, don’t find me,
let me drown in your memory.
My smiles were not forever
so how can I be?

Turning down with my last breath
are all those pieces of my heartbreak
going into a deep sleep
to dream about a better death.

Bedtime Story

a poem by Samiksha

Read me a story
Grasp me in tight
Recall your bedtime luxuries
That befall be a Goodnight.
I’m still waiting…
Tell me a bedtime story.

Once upon a time
After every appetizing dine
Was rather really absurd
Though a worthy comfort.
Fairies, monsters, laugh and disasters
Ceasing tales at happily ever after.
Horror, comic, some science fiction,
Still bliss was defended in every section.
Quality moment with mother
Pretending to make a toast together.
Widely optimistic father, Oh father!!!
His opinions, my denial, my screams and laughter.

Can someone hear my voice?
Older days, neoteric rejoice.
Apprise me again of delight and bright
Just call upon that sterling Goodnight.
I’m still waiting…
Tell me a bedtime story.