The child was unfortunately washed away by the tide
For after a prolonged struggle he had died,
Leaving his parents in a sea of shore-less grief
From where they can’t find relief, even tantalizingly brief.
The child was a bud that upon the family tree sprouted
But a common yet unfamiliar disease had its life blighted,
He was thus plucked away from his mother’s wet and warm bosom
And devoured by the sea even before his life could in the sun blossom.
A sad event indeed, death of an infant even after a long struggle, in spite of treatment and prayers, is unbearable and the pain remains for ever. Well scripted. May God bestow solace on every one.
The premature death of a sweet child at the most impressionable age when he/ she is the apple of every eye is such a shock..... May its parents get the strength to face this tragedy and recover from the loss! Very poignantly summed up!
Very perfectly titled and poignantly scripted with metaphor and touching words.........amazing write....10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A very sad and poignant tale narrated in a very touching manner. May God grant solace to the bereaved family. Prayers.