A infant cries incessantly
and the warm blood flows beneath,
Kissing his soft palms
playing with its warm embrace
never trembled by
A terrible event beyond his reach
But yearns for Papa's delightful consolation
And Mama's celestial
Kisses are never forthcoming
Despite the routine tricks
Defeated hopelessly to get
The much needed attention
Too scared and perplexed
Of unmoving surroundings
Innocent eyes wander allover
To find an answer
still slow drops of blood
Is all one can hear
Mama still on the bed
Drowned into cruel whirl
Papa's eyes not flashing
As they turned as strangers
For reasons unknown and
As the blood stops to drop
and get thicker and darker
the baby is tired of weeping;
surrenders to sleep
Keeping the hope alive
Through the fainted sight
(Written during the Mumbai terror seize)
how many lives must hv slipped into sleep...very well written poem!
Good write...picturesque presentation of the theme inside... 10
Tired of weeping; surrenders to sleep And incidence always leaves scars deep.....................Poem reflects reality of our time.........Good Write.........
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a very well written piece..everything from the baby's point of view..told well..read my 'the happening'