Behind The Blue Door

Life of a poor farmer from crib to death bed...

I was in the crib,

wondering about

everything I could see.

I saw blue walls of a cradle,

I wanted to come out,

but I wasn't able to. 

I was on the farmland,

wondering about

what she was working on.

I saw her in blue saree,

I wanted to play in her lap,

but I wasn't able to.

I was going to school,

wondering about

where the dirt road would go.

I saw a blue car passing by,

I wanted to have a ride,

but I wasn't able to.

I was working in the farm,

wondering about

when the drought will be over.

I saw a blue sky above me,

I wanted to have some rain,

but I wasn't getting a drop.

I was looking at her picture,

wondering about

when she will come back to me.

I saw her blue eyes,

I wanted to kiss her,

but I wasn't able to. 

I was looking at my child in the crib,

wondering about

when he will grow up and support me,

He saw blue walls of crib,

he wanted to come out,

but he wasn't able to.

I was thinking of all these,

wondering about

when it all be over and I'll be free,

I saw a blue door,

I wanted to cross it,

but I wasn't able to.

As it was just another

memory of my poor life.

I was trapped in the

sky blue memories

of my past.

Lying on my death bed,

counting my days 

on my blue turned fingers.

I was dying of cancer.