I want to know

 

I want to know

 

 

You know and I know

We all have a life

And it is ending one minute at a time

 

I want to know

What is this life about

What my mom felt when she heard me crying for the first time

I want to know what the Almighty felt bout one more kid on earth

What my dad felt when he slogged harder to get me to good school

 

I want to know

What my brother felt when I took him all over the park

So proud that the best looking baby is none but my bro

What he felt when I laid hand on him for the first time

And we fought till one of us bled.

 

 

What my friends felt

When they ditched me after ball had slammed through wind shield of the newest car in our compound

What he felt when we ragged him because he was new in the colony

What he felt when he wasn't invited for any of the birthday parties.

 

I wonder what was she thinking when she said, thanks but no thanks.

I wonder what she felt when I said goodbye

I wonder what coach felt when I hung my boots.

 

I wonder what those countless people think of me

Who I don't even know

What does one feel when he is addressed as hey black shirt, you fatso you, you pink scarf

 

 

What a beggar thinks seeing three piece suit gentleman walking by

Least bother about his existence

What a soldier feels, ready to take bullet in his chest

For I don't know what

What a fighter pilot feels when he is about hit eject seat of a million dollar flying machine.

What did the pilot of the aircraft felt, the same aircraft that dropped Fat Boy.

What does a kid in Africa think about McDonald n Lovin it

What does Santa thinks about Coca Cola

 

 

I think this brief time till my heart is beating n pumping blood in my veins

Isn't just about me, my family , my girlfriend, job, kids, fun, party, booze, travel…

It must be more than that

It should be…right ?

 

 

I think I still have a life

N beginning to wonder what does life think about me?

It is something I don't particularly want to know

But I need to know.

 

May, 07