Even though my yearning hands were under someone’s aegis, i can still sense Incomplete. The cold steel bars that block the window were warmed by my palms every time I stay there for hours thinking of myself and my Mom, my Dad and I until… a tragedy separates us for time indefinite When I am alone I sense their presence like diluted tendrils meddling my doleful heart. I often close my eyes and listen to my cry that thread upon the labyrinth road from where I stand towards heaven. I miss something; a parents’ love, touches, hugs that I only experience in dreams Sometimes my desire is so great that wanes the distance between my reality and my reverie and when I open my eyes emptiness hits me… My daily nightmare… The secrets of my heart I hide from the world except from the cold steel bars of this orphanage window beneath the concealing aged mango tree; the witness of my adversity. Copyright Airyn R.Lentija 2010

South and Central Asia

The Secrets of My Heart (The pains of an orphaned child)

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