The Cycle Of Time Poem by Khairul Ahsan
The Cycle Of Time
When I was a small child,
The hands that fed me,
Are now too weak and feeble
To raise from the lunch box,
Meals, just a spoonful!
As I, her son, try to feed her,
Coax her to gape open her mouth,
And wait eagerly for her to do so…
I keep wondering,
How Time reverses the cycles of life!
The hands that fed me once are now unable
To hold anything in balance, as they tremble,
And let go things, like those of a child.
Time's crafty tricks are so surreptitious, as if
Old age and infancy take turns in the blink of an eye!
Rangpur
15 July 2021
Brilliantly put.5 Stars full. I have enjoyed this excellent poem
Khairul, i could NOT think of your name yesterday. Ha! stanza one: 'week' is WEAK, probably a typo.
Every loving daughter or son could relate to this beautiful poem. So tenderly and lovingly expressed. Your great mother must be so proud of you.
This deeply poignant and very touching poem made me shed a tear. Yes, old age is inevitable yet we are not always ready to face when it arrives.
Thanks, Rose Marie Juan-austin, for reading my poem and kindly commenting. Your comment touched me. I wrote this poem while trying to feed my 92 year old mom who is just like an infant now.
Dang! Khairul, i could NOT think of your name yesterday. I hope you are well (enough) . I've posted a new 'showcase'. : ) bri
I'd kind of like to skip the 2nd babyhood stage! ! ! ! My condolences to all who get there and to their caretakers! ! : (
i had to check definition of surreptitious: '1: done, made, or acquired by stealth: CLANDESTINE' bri ;)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/9/2024 1:02:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Cycle of life based on poet's expression is neatly expressed here...a beautiful poem..5 stars