Pain Eternal Poem by Mandira Chattopadhyay
Pain Eternal
The mother clutched at her emaciated form,
The baby lay limply in her arm.
Can she blame the world, or, only herself?
Who can bring her baby back to her healthy self?
My child, her inner being weep
Can I ever make you walk, or will you creep?
God, give all my health to her,
So I may her weakness bear.
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The mother aged and bent now,
Follows her infirm daughter like a tow.
Praying to God does help sometimes,
Worry and anxiety, though gnaws at her minds.
Who will care when she goes?
So she wants to live a long, long life, she does.
She makes the real love of a promise ''My child, her inner being weep'' Can I ever make you walk, Praying to God does help sometimes, Worry and anxiety, though gnaws at her minds. Who or will you creep? Then she walks to life Who will care when she goes? So she wants to live a long,
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 3:04:25 PM # 1.0.0.1119
mandiraji, enjoyed your poem with pain