I am now a lone traveller, <br />Roaming to find my filial roots. <br />Long begun this endless search, <br />From the days I started to think and feel. <br /> <br />In the roaring crowd that moves along, <br />And all the faces I chance to glance, <br />I search for a ‘Mother’, who cast me out, <br />Into the dark hide out of a vacant street, <br />Still smelling of new born blood, <br />And still fresh with severed chord, <br />To be eaten away by ants and rats, <br />Or to be trampled over or crushed beneath. <br /> <br />Did she do it with a quivering heart? <br />Or was it in her hurry to rid? <br />Who would tell me who she was? <br />What she did and where she lived? <br />Was she so beggarly made? <br />Or was she bearing a bastard child? <br />Had she fallen into a deceitful trap? <br />Or was she one, too young to tend? <br />When such questions plague me mad, <br />Slumber quits me with dreary nights. <br />Often my thoughts hurl to the past, <br />To live once more those cheerless days- <br />The days I stayed in a Destitute Home, <br />With a hundred other kindred souls. <br /> <br />Life was always a ritual there. <br />Getting up and going to bed, <br />Eating thrice and taking a nap, <br />Having a bath and changing dress. <br />Never once sensing a loving touch, <br />Or ever relishing a fond kiss. <br /> <br />Later someday, a couple came, <br />And took me with them to an alien land. <br />There I had such kingly days, <br />But always with a barren life. <br /> <br />Now I wander all day long, <br />Across the dingy streets I lay forlorn, <br />With hopes so bright and fancies wild, <br />To see my mother emerge from the crowd, <br />With hands outstretched to hug me once, <br /> And own me ever, this forsaken child!<br /><br />Valsa George<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lone-traveller-2/
