The White Strike

Hina Majeed


I opened my eyes.
Eager to see my mum. Yea, there she is!
She looks tired, like she was in a lot of pain.
But the best human being.
I see her smile, with watery eyes.
Her eyes, the best. Her words, the sweetest.
She is happy that I am hers.
And me because I have her.
And then I was taken to the small house.
People celebrating that I was born.
I saw the small window and the blue sky.
Initially, just a small part.
I saw black birds flying.
Some days there were kites.
I like the colours.
The clouds white. But are they moving?
I hear the sounds of children.
Oh!! How I yearned to watch the scene.
I tried to walk, but in vain.
I can’t…So waited.
As I have her.
I wanted her smell all the time.
Don’t be angry, mum.
It’s because I miss you.
I don’t want to leave you.
Still, I looked out of the window.
Hoping to see something new.
And then there was the WHITE STRIKE.
I was taken aback by the sound.
But, did not care what it was.
As I was bleeding, hurt.
My mum crying.
Saying I am almost leaving.
I heard her saying several times
that it took years for her to have me.
But to leave, it took just seconds.
Is it that easy?
~~~Hina Majeed is a passionate poet. She holds a Master’s Degree in English Language & Literature. She is a Lecturer in the Languages Department at Walailak University, Thailand. Email Id: [email protected]

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