THE SEARCHING EYES……
She thought I was her grand-daughter
And he raised his hands to bless me,
But they saddened in dismay..
Coz I was not the one they were searching.
A hall full of loneliness
And circumstances of weariness,
I saw through the teary eyes
The pain of not seeing a dear’s sight.
They ditched their sadness
And wiping their sorrows
Saw my happy face
And thought about their grand daughters.
I could feel their want to be loved and to be heard
I was helpless but happy
I was kind because of sympathy,
I was sad coz I could see
The pain of not seeing a dear’s sight.
Every sentence I spoke
They had hundred tales to tell
I sat their patiently,
Listening but feeling the pain.
The pain that they lived
The pain that shadowed their love
The pain those ‘searching eyes’ felt
The pain of not seeing a dear’s sight.
The pain of being good parents,
The pain for loving their children
The pain for striving to make ends meet
The pain of being left alone.
They did their best for their sons
But were left alone
Their searching eyes still searched on
For their near and dear ones.
How heartless can one be
To leave their parents to die
To forget the countless gifts
And to forget that they still are alive.
You held her hand when you fell down
Your mother she was.
You hugged him as a kid
Your dad, you remember?
The endless nights they kept awake
Finding joy in your peaceful sleep
They endless times they were happy
Watching you grow and learn.
But fools I would call them
They got nothing in return
Yes their expenses are paid..
But who will answer their questions
And those searching eyes.
Who will care for them?
Who will feed them?
When they are helpless but hungry.
Who will talk to them?
When they need you the most.
Their letters are never answered
Their prayers seldom heard
Its only gestures you see
And those searching eyes.
The phone rings and you pick it up
You think its your wife
But instead the manager calls in
To tell you that your father has died.
Now you feel the silence
And the sudden rush of thoughts
You feel you haven’t spoken enough
You feel they were cheated.
Now you feel the pain.
Of losing someone dear
Now you feel the pain
Of not seeing that dear’s sight.
And you know who is the culprit
Of those searching eyes.
