At dawn, in a stuffy and smoky carriage,
A bulky woman in deep mourning,
Behind her puffing and mourning her husband
A tiny man, thin and weakly, his face death white...
Now, if one dies young and happy,
Without having seen ugly sides of life,
The boredom of it, the petiness, the bitterness of disillusion,
At least thank God, as I (passenger)do...
My son died in the best way he could,
The reason, I don't wear mourning,
He shook his light fawn coat so as to,
After he ended with a smile of sob...
His eyes were watery, his livid lips tremble,
Quiet so, quiet so, agreed the other,
The woman who bundled under her coat,
Listened and listened and cried....
But, something that might show her,
A mother should resign herself to send her son,
Not even to death but to a probably a dangerous life,
As by her grief had been greater that nobody, could share her feelings....
But the words of a traveler amazed,
She herself was wrong who couldn't rise,
To the height of those fathers and mothers to resign,
Not only to the departure of their son but even to their death...
It seemed for her, she had stumbled intoa world,
A world so far unknown,
Then suddenly just as if she heard nothing she asked,
Then is your only son really dead?
The old man, turned to look at her,
Fixing his great, bulging horribly watery, light grey eyes, deep in her face,
He tried to answer, but words failed him,
He looked and looked at her....
Almost as if only then, at that silly and incongruous question,
He realized, his son was really dead,
Who couldn't bo get back,
At last, gone forever and forever....
His face contracted, horribly distorted,
Snatched in haste a handkerchief,
To the amazement of everyone,
Broke into harrowing, heart-rending, uncontrollable sobs...
wow am amazed by your writing skills and poetry, it's very nice and heartbreaking, I really loved it.
Correctly described the feelings of a mom... Nice skills.... Keep it up
War is an Evil Act! ! War is! ! ! War will never bring us peace. Right from the beginning Cain killed Abel! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem on someone so daring and adorable, so nicely crafted by you dear poetess. Hats off to your great skills. Subhas
Thanx so much ..... For your kind hearted appreciation.. Naila