Price Poem by Shruti Goswami

I woke up to a lovely morning
A sunny morning today
With tear dried cheeks
And night of torture
Just the other day.

A cool and balmy wind it blew
And still the agony lingered
Someone's pleasure
Is someone's pain
Forgotten, just remembered.

The thought of something morbid
That happened to someone
Deprives you of sleep and peace
It's a different kind of fun.

Thoughts of recurring accidents
Enough to torture the soul
Fills your mind with fear and pain
Helplessness to the core.

And when you learn
That all this while
You agonized and shed tears
Thinking what you'll do at all
Validating all your fears

The subject of your deepest thoughts
The one you look up to
Was happy being an irresponsible fool
In ways you'll never do.

It's like just I, me, myself,
Self centered and careless
I was the one who paid the price
Of not virtue but of vice.

But every price
Demands even more
Like a magnet in a tray
Every price
Has another price,
So does everyone say.

I paid a price for pleasure sought
Of acute pain and anxiety
This price must be paid in full
As nastily as one ought.

I promise me to pick me up
Cursing tears as vice
I will be very responsible
Responsibly pay the price.