Is This My Life...? ? Poem by vaishnavi raghuraman

HE COMES LATE BUT EXPECTS US TO BE ON TIME,
ATTENDING HIS CLASS IS NOT A PLEASURE OF MINE!
GETTING UP EARLY IN THE MORNING FROM GRAVES OF SLUMBER
FLOCKING TO THE INSTITUTION LIKE HERDS OF SHEEP,
DRAWN BY THE ATTRACTION OF SOMETHING GREEN…

ALAS! LIFE JUST SEEMS SO OUT OF THE BLUE NOW,
WITH NO ONE & NOTHING TO STRIVE FOR.
AT LEAST THEY(sheeps) HAVE A SHEATH TO SUSTAIN THE WEATHER,
WE POOR KIDS ARE LEFT ONLY TO SHIVER! !
YET WE WAIT FOR HIM TO COME, TEACH US SOMETHING WE DIDN’T KNOW UNTIL THEN,
BUT HE’S EVER LATE NOTHING CAN BE DONE…!

THIS ENDLESS WAITING HAS KILLED MY VIGOUR
BRINGING ONLY RAGE & FEAR.
THE EARLY MONTHS OF THIS NEW WORLD FELT LIKE ETERNAL BLISS,
I WAS A FREE INDEPENDENT BIRD
ON A TREAD FOR MY QUEST
WHAT THAT QUEST IS, I CAN’T ANSWER
FOR I MYSELF AM UNAWARE OF IT.
KNOWING NEW PEOPLE SEEMED TO BE FUN THEN,
BUT NOW, 'MONOTONY 'THE WORD I ASSOCIATE WITH THEM
NOW THIS SAME OLD BORING LIFE,
DRIVES ME TO DESOLATE HEIGHTS

FEAR, LOVE, ANGUISH… EMOTIONS HOUND ME LIKE BEASTLY SPIRITS,
I FEEL TORMENTED UNDER THEIR PRESSURE.
DESPERATELY I CALL FOR HELP
BUT THE DARK BLANKET SURROUNDS ME, BINDS ME..
OH HOLY ANGELS! , LISTEN TO MY PLEAS,
I CALL U I CALL U…
COME TAKE ME TO UR HOLY ABODE OR ANY PLACE UNKNOWN,
WHERE I’M FREE FROM EXPECTATIONS & HOPE
WHERE I’M WHAT I WANT TO BE!
AT THIS TENDER AN AGE LIFE SEEMS JUST SO FUTILE,
WHERE EXPECTATIONS & EXPECTAIONS ALONE WILL KILL ME..
HAVE MERCY O LORD OF HEAVEN
HAVE MERCY ON ME…….!