Left behind...by Meena Mustafa
Leaves may wither, flowers may die, seasons may change and time may fly
The clouds I see up in the sky, brings the rain and miseries why?
I tried my best as a child at play
No worries did I have and enjoyed each day
I could run my fastest but still get beat
At times I would land on my head not feet
But what is it that was stuck in my mind?
The wish never to be left behind.
Time flew by with a blink of an eye
Mysteries unfold...there's nothing to lie
The harder I was thrown...the higher I bounced
Nothing came easy as it was all pronounced
Name it as destiny or the state of mind
I tried my best never to be left behind
Now after all these years I see the grey
Wrinkled skin...no child at play
My frail body and humbled soul
With time my life has taken its toll
My existence slowly fades away
In the midst of darkness, I kneel and pray
I pray for strength... I pray for life
I pray for my loved ones to be by my side
'Cause I fear being left alone or left behind.
poem by Meena Mustafa
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