The voices of an orphan love
“I was born clueless of my own existence and without a mind
of my own. As I grew up little by little I realized of my own pulse. The urge
to explore the things that this world can give was overwhelming. But unfortunately with growth the truth about
me being an orphan dawned upon me. I saw my peers blooming to maturity and
being cared. They seemed to be enjoying their existence. But for me there was
none to even rock my cradle. How tragic it was for me, unmindful of this harsh
truth I sprung to life. Where was I from? Who was I supposed to be? To whom do
I belong to? Since my birth I have known only one thing, to grow. I have no
voice of my own. The vices of this world derange me. Pushed around here and there
I found myself betrayed. I know I can withstand anything, the violent winds nor
hatred can pin me down but yet again I know I cannot survive without belonging
to someone. I do not exist on my own. Please don’t let me wither away so soon.
I beg you! Allow me to exist and live”.
But there seems to be no one to listen as it doesn’t have a
voice of its own. Day by day , he was shrinking and weakening. His fate seems
to be projected crystal clear in front of him. O what a waste, he thought to
himself. What a waste to give birth and nurture him later to just abandon him.
He now despises the people who brought forth him to this world. What arrogance,
he cursed. He learned something he was never born for: to curse. He looks in in
the mirror notices his antiqued face with bruises and burns, cries out how ugly
he has become and not wanting to embarrass himself no further, picks up a knife
and within a fraction of a second slits his throat wide open allowing the red
fluid to gush out in abundance and gradually fades away to eternity future.
Toshiwapang O Longkumer
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