Moments of Pain

This is my first work ever. I really don't know how good I'm at writing. But I just did something. I just WROTE.

It may not be a perfect piece of poetry, so there may be mistakes. You are welcome to correct me, suggest or advice. But don't be harsh, its my first time :P

Dedicated to my fellow Indian friend @LakshyaKhare for encouraging me to write poems. Athough it was a month back, I remember what he said, 'Listen to your heart and write'. And I just did that. Thanks Lucky:)

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Every morning as the day starts,

I experience moments of pain.

Pain that dwells and settles in every part of my body.

I smile, I giggle and laugh.

Faking the moments of pain that I feel beneath my lower half.

Its been 3 years, since it all started,

Changing my life to an unsubtle path,

Ignoring the moments of pain, I dare myself to go on.

Rushing to college, eager to meet my friends,

Consuming as much knowledge as I can,

I feel a twinge of pain slithering my lower half,

Eyeing left and right, I glanced to my friends,

If anybody noticed my flushed face,

Listening to what my teacher says, I try to ignore moments of pain.

Its my life..Its my day,

Why should I let myself get affected with the pangs of pain!

I want to pursue knowledge,

I want to achieve something great,

Which makes me and my parents proud,

Proud that I didn't get swayed away in the moments of pain.

On the way back home, I join my group of friends,

Cracking jokes and walking in the sun,

I feel my head dizzy and my eyes snap out of intense pain,

My nerves welding up, giving me a migraine,

I catch a taxi with a bottle of water in my hand.

My friends waving me bye,

and their mouth mumbling words to me,

Guiding me to reach safe.

Reaching home I knocked on the door,

Gathering myself to smile at my beloved.

I greet my mom and hug her arms,

She caresses my cheek and instructs me to sleep.

I doubt how she knew that I'm not well,

She is a mother, she feels me,

She feels my moments of pain.

But how can I sleep seeing the mess on the floor,

I get hold of broom and start cleaning the filth.

No way I'm going to let my mom do,

Stuff that I can very well do.

Feeling tiny beads of sweat rolling down my back,

I feel a jitter of pain pass through my body again,

Moving the mop steadily, I ignore the moments of pain.

Feeling relaxed from a warm bath,

I remember tablets prescribed by my doctor,

I sigh moving towards the table, where my medicines lay,

Counting the number of colorful monsters,

Unwillingly holding, I toss and turn them & play.

Gulping down tasting its bitterness,

I feel numb as to why I ever need to take them,

Rely on them day and night,

Isn't my age to enjoy?

To dream and aim high!

Then I remember,

They are part of my life for ignoring my moments of pain.

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This is somewhat special and close to my heart. So your comments and votes will mean a lot.

Thankyou for reading. Hope this will be liked by you all.