Life is a Circle…

Sri. Pa. Dhevarajan,
Dept. of English,GAC (A)
Salem. spdevan@gmail.com

Where are you my merciless Almighty?
Better my womb had been my tomb
Do you know my name, I am called as
‘Orphan’; my pet name is ‘lonely dog’.

My birth place was a dustbin and I am
A stain to the society; my adopted parents
Urged and trained me only in illegal activities
They need money not me; when I knew me for

The first time I was begging along with my
Adopted mum. My cradle was not to shower
Love but to create sympathy yet I know the awfuls
Pain of starvation. I was intoxicated when I was

A boy of five and it still continues. I never
Slept in a lap, never experienced a ‘loveful’
Touch or hug. No one embraced me so far.
I am an ill omen to my gipsy group.

I am carefully tuned as an anti-social element
My actions are completely notorious. My body
Is full of scars and scratches. Many a time I
Had been beaten worse than a beast. Still

I am compelled to earn through illlegal ways
And means to lead a meaningless survival.
I am not living but counting my days. Tears
And worries become my permanent friends.

I am used and misused by the society
I married twice once an elder woman
They loved my body and vigour not my
Mind or painful love. How is it possible

To expect deers in the cunning crowd of
Bears. Dog is always a dog where ever it
May be. Many a time I tried to escape but
In vain. Still I murmur, mutter, pluff and

Cry for my exploitation. When I began to
Repent for my mistakes, it was too late. I am
Eaten by a dangerous disease. No one is there
Either to nurse or nurture me. Again I am dying

As an orphan. When I meet you above
My mericiless Lord, love me and hug
Me tightly so that I may forget my painful
Feelings. Shower your Blessings on me atleast
After my death.Will you my Lord?!...

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