Kid-life Crisis


Homeworks to do,
Puzzles to solve,
Toys to be put back,
Drawings to colour…

Then comes the ugly green veggies,
That mommy insists I must eat.
Oh, please, mommy, for just one day,
Can I have ice cream instead?

Tell me my favourite story,
As you tuck me to bed,
Please make sure to check,
There’re no monsters underneath.

These seem like little things,
But it’s too hard to process,
I’m just a child age six,
This is my kind of stress.

But do you know?
There are kids younger than me,
Carrying luggage, breaking rocks,
Their childhood, snatched by poverty

A Tiny Request:
Bangladeshi Photojournalist, GMB Akash has been taking an initiative to help people around by providing them with education, helping them set up a small business, and more. I’m sure there are more amazing people like him trying to make a difference, promote them, donate if you can. 

Most of my poetry this month will revolve around his photostories. 

Checkout his blog:
To donate:
For his books, biographies and more:

Featured image by: Victoria Borodinova from Pexels

A letter to a bully

letters, Poetry, Writer life

Dear Bully,

Don’t shy away dear or be scared

Pouring out profanities isn’t my motive here.

But here are a few questions

To which I seek answers.

While you go around acting all that scary

Stealing people’s lunches

Making them feel low about themselves

Why do you do it?

Does it make you better about yourself?

Is it how you hide your own insecurities?

Why would you rather be hated than,

Making some pretty awesome friends?

Or do you think you’re better than the rest?

That hurting others is your birth right?

Why goes on inside your head?

Why do you behave so bad?

Sometime I pity you

Your inability to understand humanity.

Why would you rather be hated?

Don’t you want to be adored too?


Just a curious girl

Image by Gerd Altmann from Pixabay