Oblivion

Being oblivion of the society,
She asked for a little empathy…

Always wondered why they giggled,
Another stone through which she struggled…

Living amidst the people,
Those who never understood her pain…
With her help seeking eyes,
All prayers when went in vain…

When all her expectations died,
When hope didn’t want to rise,
Tired of being frown,
She wrote her heart down…

All grudges jumbled upon the page,
And, dancing words gave her a new hope,
Writing be her new friend,
Poems became the new acquaintances…
The societal given pain,
After all was not in vain…

Priya Soni