My Fear
Winds ý blowing so strongly, so hard to bear
As I walk around Copley Square.
No soul to call my own, no known faces,
God help me, I am in foreign land.
What a hectic day it was, dealing with numbers and financial statements,
I am sure life has more to offer than these commitments.
I have been here in the US for almost 10 years,
Studied in Boston, worked in financial district.
But sometimes I question why all this?
What is the purpose of my life, is the question that rings me every time,
Oh well! I think I need help from the greatest one (OH Lord Help! )
Parents look up to me back home,
Think I am a star
How can I express my lonesomeness?
Wherever they are.
They taught me independence, and enlightened me,
Taught me to fight and be strong.
How disappointed would they be if I told them I fear and can hold no long.
Fear of loneliness and hunger to be together,
A longing for parental support is all I care.
I often sit down and imagine,
How would my life be if my parents lived here?
I was brought up in a liberal neutral family,
I use to talk to my mum about boys and shared my views on life partner
But why is it today that I feel ashamed to express my loneliness??
Oh Why? Oh why?
Sad Suruchi