Bent and broken,
I sit here rocking in my armchair.
Removing my specs,
I look up towards the sky and close my eyes.
Blue sky and white clouds with a tint of yellow shine,
Wherever I look, it's green everywhere.
I can hear my mother yelling at me,
Oh No, and coming towards me with a stick.
I had to run, I had to escape from the reality,
Had to escape to a world of fascination.
The sun had set, and I returned home
Mother scolded me, whereas father calmed her down.
I started writing something on the slate,
Which I don't remember though.
Outside, it has become dark,
And i am still sitting in my armchair.
Nobody is there to scold me, nobody is there to talk,
All Alone I am, All Alone.
- Ayan Dutta