Through The Glass Window

I saw a lonely child looking through the glass window , those  large sad eyes filled with hope n longing to be with another  n there rested  a  shiny tear at the corner of the eye  ready to trickle down the soft cheek   ..

(His thoughts)

Wish I could have what I wanted  ,

Wish I  could share these expensive toys n play games meant for two to play  with another ,

Wish I could steal a look into the food plate  of another wanting  to get what was on it ,

Wish I could  share the room with another, Wish I could run all over the house chasing n getting chased for a mere  coloured paper , 

Wish I could jump on the bed  laughing n going crazy with another ,

Wish I could go out to play with another , 

Wish I could fight over a simple ball or a  pencil or a piece of chocolate ,

Wish I had competition  at home , fear of getting less marks than another ,

Wish I could gun to get better results than another ,

Wish I had someone else hugging n loving mom more than me so I could be jealous of another ,

Wish I could run crazy in the supermarket  with another in the trolley ,

Wish I could fight for a bed time story ,

Wish I could cry for the same school bag like another  ,

Wish I could tell my secrets to another ,

Wish I could share my fears with another ,

Wish I could learn silly things from another ,

Wish I was punishment n spanked for  fighting  with another ,

Wish I had another ..

Why mom n dad  never thought about what I wanted ,

Why did they just stuff my room with million toys n no one to play with ,

Why did they buy me so many clothes n shoes n no one to compete with ,

Why did they not let me ask for things n   throw a tantrum over not getting what the other got ,

Why would they bring gifts I never needed ,

Why I had to wait all day to look at another face ,

Why  I had to sit in silence n behave all day ,

Why sending me to the best school was status symbol ,

Why I had to eat alone  ,

Why did they feed me the loneliness , 

Why did they  always shut  me up with a smart phone or a  tablet ,

Why I always got the guilty gifts ,

Why they never felt responsible of this crime of crushing my feelings n my dreams ,

Why they never saw my tears ,

Why they never felt the pain behind my wailing  ,

Tell me ..

Why getting me another was not important 

I long for half a  piece of chocolate ,

I long for sitting first in the car  ,

I long for company  my size n not adults ,

I long to stay awake n play  with another while you both are partying away ,

I long for a race to garden ,

I long to snatch the teddy from another's hand  n watch them cry n return it  wiping away their tears ,

I long to cuddle n hug my that another ,

It breaks my heart to be  one n lonely 

V DOT K