Been away from the siblings
a long time as in fact feel
I was born alone.
Whenever I see them
it being rare, look at them
as strangers. Unfamiliar.
I have turned dispassionate
cause of varied reasons, an
elaboration becomes a repetition.
I am unable to gesture
a nod or a smile
turn impossible.
Not one of regret, anyhow
I place myself among
friends who love me.
Find hard to relate to them
anymore, wish not to have
been born in the family.
Birth is not my choice
I know fully well,
being a destiny.
The renunciation is
one of anguish
and angst.
Thoughts crowd
having been born
and having to die.
The end as I foresee
will be one of
bliss .
Meenas Poems 