Treasure Island

chandra thiagarajan


Broken Heart


An aged, affectionate father
Nourished his indigent son
His whole family of four, rather
Pouring all his love in tons.

His own house he parted
For his son’s family to stay
And went onto a small house rented
For his son to have his way.

He even made an extension
To his neat own house
And gave it away to his son
To let him fetch rent and have no grouse.

He further subsidized
For the son’s family when
He also remitted school fees—an amount sized
For the upcoming grand children.

At this juncture: -

The father was gravely affected
At the unsavoury words from his son
He was very much shattered
From that day on his son he did shun.

The father broken of heart
Cut off fully his son’s relationship
He withdrew all help due to the dart
Which pained him to flip.

The son underwent an operation
Of the spinal cord due to an injury
Of which too the father had little unction
And had no mind to visit him in his misery.

The father’s heart was hit hard
He was prodded by all not to be offensive
But he wouldn’t budge for his ward
One couldn’t succeed to educate his heart to forgive!

Submitted: Friday, May 10, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 17, 2013

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  • Somanathan Iyer (6/4/2013 9:59:00 AM)

    A well narrated plight of blind love. well done Madam. I request you to read my poem in the same caption. (Report) Reply

  • David Wood (5/15/2013 6:44:00 AM)

    Oh, children can be so ungrateful. We give them love & they don't return it. A good poem (Report) Reply

  • Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi (5/13/2013 8:51:00 PM)

    Old age is really tough for every other elderly individual, but this amount of hatred really makes my heart weak, not of the son but of the father, whatever the son could have done..a true story is true story. (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (5/11/2013 1:46:00 PM)

    A sad story Chandra, children can be so ungrateful, and parents are human too - forgiveness is an ideal which cannot always be effected. (Report) Reply

  • Aftab Alam Khursheed (5/11/2013 11:01:00 AM)

    in this mysterious world any thing can happen.....I did't think so, why happened many says...really a sad and pathetic story in this form..well penned...... (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (5/10/2013 11:14:00 AM)

    A true story...A sad story...i wonder how difficult it is to bear it in a poem...what to say about reality! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Valsa George (5/10/2013 8:38:00 AM)

    The story of this father is not singularly his own story, it is unfortunately the story of many a father and mother! After having drained the last drop of blood for one's children, when they face such cruel rejection, an aged and ailing heart is likely to be shattered into shards! ! Poignantly presented! May the ungrateful children open their eyes and percieve the light! ! (Report) Reply

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