Somewhere Else Poem by Akhtar Jawad
Somewhere Else
I always saw her alone,
She came to the park,
Every day in the morning,
And again in the evening,
She slowly walked,
With a walking stick,
The smile less lips,
Never left each other,
But spoke many words,
I couldn't listen to.
She silently watched,
Beauty of roses,
Beauty of Jasmine,
None she talked,
The silver white hairs,
And her skin of the wrist,
And that of her cheeks,
Like an abstract art,
Told many stories!
That I couldn't read.
The sobers eyes,
Behind spectacles,
And small ear rings,
Long sleeves of her shirt,
The heel less shoes,
The old styles,
A motherly outlook,
Above all her silence,
Indicated a pain,
I didn't know what?
Then came a day,
She was not alone!
With her,
Were two children,
A boy above twelve,
And a girl under twelve,
She was smiling,
She was loudly calling,
The vendors of the park,
For ice Cream and cold drinks,
For pop corns,
In response to the quakes,
Of the ducks in the pond.
I didn't ask her,
She told me herself,
My grandchildren,
After a decade,
From United States,
Have come to see me,
They are settled in states.
A few more days passed,
In the like manner,
But then she didn't come,
To the park for walking,
After a few months,
I started thinking,
Has she gone,
To United States?
Or somewhere else!
There are so many mothers in the country whose children are away. The emotional condition of these mothers and grand mothers have been impressively painted. A heart touching poem.
Beautiful poem. Children are far way earning some where in far off lands. Parents are left alone. Many parents live alone. Sometimes questions comes in my mind, are the children right or are the parents right? I have seen many parents as well as children struggle to make up their living. Often when I come across this topic, it often make me think, what is right? I loved reading it.
Who knows where she went, United states or heaven, but where ever she may be I prays she rests in peace, your poem reminds me of my grandmother, thanks for sharing this wonderful poem :)
we all miss some one knowingly or unknowingly somewhere.................a real one........nice
Old age with away from the children a grief heart yet she used to come to park and seeing the Roses silently becaouse Roses resembled with roses that they were far lovely poem
A very realistic portrait of an old lady whose days once in a while may get brightened by the presence of her grand children! Then she becomes another little 'girl' romping and playing! But even in her loneliness, she has no complaints and spends her time coming out to the park and watching the beauty of flowers! If children ever thought how much they mean to their parents! A great write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 6:57:57 AM # 1.0.0.1119
You have sketched the pen picture of a grandmother whose grandchildren are in abroad.Their presence is a source of real joy to her.Loved reading.