All in Hope of A Sister!!!

Today I’ll tell you, story of a boy,

Writing it, I don’t feel coy.

Painful it maybe,

Don’t pity, or he would flee.

Smiling I start with his birth,

All his family was drowned in mirth.

First baby of his generation, (mum’s side)

Most loved & spoiled; I tell you without exaggeration.

He grew out a naughty kid to the core,

But his family just seemed to love him more & more.

All his wishes were made reality,

As if his family has pledged his fealty.

One day he asked for his doom,

A younger sister to play with, in his room.

His mother died in O.T. when he was seven,

New born sis too, soon departed for heaven.

All his life changed suddenly,

Though, family still loved him evenly.

Soon came a step-mom.

For father’s touring job always kept him on roam.

Boy soon realized the difference,

Mistreatment he received mounted his sufferance.

Forget wishes, soon his fends were denied too,

Was told his demands increase as he grew.

He continued with life as it came,

Uptill seventeen, his life was a poor game.

Then he started to revolt,

Change things according to his vault.

His life was turned a further mess,

His lame attempts she knew how to suppress.

She made him feel all hated & disgusted,

He felt no one ever loved him, or trusted.

Several times he wished for death,

But nothing stopped his breath.

He felt so depressed,

Being denied and oppressed.

He started hating each and everything,

Frustration showed & started to sing.

Whether he did or not, he always got the blame,

However, now he started to follow the same.(do what he is blamed for)

Still he always longed for love and care,

Someone, anyone with whom he can share.

Until now, he struggled all his life,

Trying to please his father’s second wife.

However she had inborn hatred for him,

Sudden realization of which made him dim.

He desired to change it all,

But he knew no longer he can crawl.

So he decided not to give a damn,

People’s hate can’t even move a baby pram.

So how shall it affect him or his life,

Soon the pain vanished as he dodged that knife.

But the boy still took solace,

Which was empowered by friendships grace.

Deep down somewhere he knew not to trust it either,

But till date most of his friends stuck in his hither.

Finally, the boy learned not to care,

To him, world was and could never be fair.

Thinking and pondering just increases the suffering,

Deal and move, became his way of living.

Till date he suffers,

Gets all blames from the duffers.

But nothing hurts for more than few minute,

He gets OK and laughs at it.

How I know him, I do not know,

He’s my partner & will always be so.

Its me who now cheers him up,

I hand a pen, and he starts to write up.