Thursday 4 August 2011

Let me live

Mother...
Can I see the living world?
Do you need me?
Don't you want me?
Don't I have the right to see this universe?
To see the beauty of the butterflies
To see the bright stars
To see the clear blue sky
To hear the chirps of the birds
To smell the fragrance of flower
To feel the softness of the velvet
Do you think I don't have the right to live?
Do you have to erase me from your life?
Then why did you make me?
Please, let me stay living...