Whenever I am happy
The maternal eyes stare
Who had lost her child
In the bus accident
Can I still be happy?

Whenever I relish food
The hungry saliva drips
From hungry stomachs
Teasing my appetite
Can I still gulp my food?

Whenever I sing
The retired ear drums beat
Vestigial vocal cords vibrate
Of many talking eyes
Can I still hum a tune?


When I sleep in my mansion
Sad penury glares
Out of the deadly black night
Making me ghastly scared
Can I still sleep?
And I lay awake….

Abha Sharma

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/9-breathing-between-two-worlds/