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V P Mahur

Rookie - 460 Points (Apr 16,1964 / Siyana (UP) , Bulandshahr, India)

Stealing Away


Whenever I pass through this
Silent graveyard
I feel itching pain
In my heart
Through my every vain
Thinking that my parents
Who are with me now
Will to come to this place
One day without looking at me

I lift my eyes
To see their terribly wrinkled faces
And lean bodies
As if heavily burdened with time
I see their watery eyes
As if having a deep hidden sorrow
Of the thought
That they are to leave us
Any of these days

Their pain is out of words
Out of imagination
This is the pain
Every parents feel while leaving
Their loving ones
I cannot bear these thoughts
And keep away my sight
From those painful watery eyes
Stealing away from the reality
Of this sorrowful world

Submitted: Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Topic of this poem: world


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Composed on June 17,2014.

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  • Gold Star - 16,157 Points Akhtar Jawad (6/17/2014 11:07:00 PM)

    Although sad but impressive feelings. Everyone has to go in his grave. A poet feels it more than others and such nice poems are created. (Report) Reply

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