A walk in the evening.

SUMANA SAHA

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The cultured celebrate her as the city of joy.

The evenings here, they say, bubble with life.

Yet I see no destination in the eyes of the men about.

Am I the much hated cynic blind to the value of the animated bursts of infinite passion,

Manifested in a sea of humanity?

Or are these faces without features a mere product of my imagination,

Rather the lack of it? I see faces, lifeless and dumb,

Celebrating a party that was long over.

I see evening shops and offices shuttering down,

Fire used to seek blessings and protection.

Is there anything left to be protected?

Can anything be protected?

Cars honk, autos abuse, buses screech;

Men are silent…and safe. Time creeps….

Isn’t it right?

SUMANA SAHA

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Isn’t it right that every child should have a bed
To have a roof over their head?
Isn’t it right that every child
Should be shown affection,
Be safe, secure, and have protection?
Isn’t it right?

We all have a right to an education,
Seek help, receive the right medication.
Everyone has the right to a good nutrition,
Not malnutrition.
We are equal!

We all have the right
To enjoy school,
Be treated kindly, not like a fool.
We should all speak our minds.
Our rights should not be declined.
We are equal.

We all have the right
To follow our dreams.
Isn’t it right we shouldn’t judge in looks,
Comparing ourselves to models in magazines and books?
Isn’t it right?

Express yourself,
Don’t be afraid to stand up.
Be you.
We are equal.

Suicide is a major problem
Among teens.
We don’t let them blossom
Into individual human beings.

Be yourself,
Don’t be scared.
We are not always here to be compared.
We are equal!

There is no one like us on the earth.
We are special.
Everyone is valued the same amount of worth.
We are all on the same level.
We are equal!
Isn’t that right?

Accept me for who I am…

SUMANA SAHA

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Just because she has never done drugs, doesn’t mean she’s not cool.
Just because she is a virgin, doesn’t make her lame.
Just because she’s not a fighter, doesn’t mean she’s weak.
Just because she’s not a party girl, doesn’t mean she can’t hang out.
Just because she gets good grades, doesn’t mean she’s a nerd.
Just because teachers like her, doesn’t mean she’s a teacher’s pet.
Just because she’s not a rebel, doesn’t mean she’s scared.
Just because she’s quiet, doesn’t mean she doesn’t speak up for what she believes in.
Just because she has morals, doesn’t make her a goody two shoes.
Just because she walks away from trouble, doesn’t make her a pushover.
Just because she thinks before she acts, doesn’t make her a loser.
She is who she is and this is who she will forever be. She does not care what others think of her. Like her or not that is your choice. Accept her for who she is.
 
 

Restless.

SUMANA SAHA

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I’m breaking;
I can’t be fixed.
I’m missing,
But I won’t be missed.

Still shaking
From what I fear.
I can’t let you in,
So don’t come near.

I guess you’re right;
I’m way too thin,
And I’m fighting a battle
That I’ll never win.

I have so many flaws;
I don’t know where to start
From my messed up hair
To my messed up heart.

So what’s the point
To continue to fight?
When my restless days
Turn into restless nights.

This life hasn’t been fair.
I can finally tell
That nobody cares,
And it hurts like hell.

I still don’t understand
What was God’s cause?
Why did He put me on earth
With all of my flaws?

Was I born just to die?
Am I part of a plan?
Made to finally see
That I won’t die an old man.

I don’t know how to live.
I have nothing to gain,
And all I want from you
Is to end all my pain.

I’m losing sight
Of what I’ve already seen.
I’m losing my grip,
And I’m barely seventeen.

Cancer, How?

SUMANA SAHA

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Why, how, what?
Are the things I asked?
As my tears,
Fell against the cold, clear glass.
I don’t want to hear it,
Make it go away.
They’re lying dear,
This can’t be true.
Why did this have to happen to you?
They say they have the cure,
And they tell me they are sure.
How do I believe it, I’m just a little girl.
They bring you through the door.
Why so many cords.
Maybe they fixed you, maybe there is more?
I want them to be done, they have had their fun.
You open your eyes, it’s my biggest surprise.
You mumble you love me,
And I start to crumble.
As I push you through the door in the big chair with wheels.
I know how it feels,
To remember something so terribly real.

Dilemma

SUMANA SAHA

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I am the girl
Standing in the rain
Wishing they understood.

I am the teen
Who thinks she knows it all
And wishing that she could.

I am the cutter
With the blade at my skin
Wishing the pain could subside.

I am the friend
With all the advice
Wishing to live life.

I am the heart breaker
With the guilt on my shoulders
Wishing he was here to hold me.

I am
The girl
The teen
The cutter
The friend
The heart breaker
Wishing, wanting
To be set free.