A friend
Stoically said,
I wish
My son would die
While I am alive.
I looked at her
in disbelief,
And saw the anguish
And grief in her eyes.
I lie,
Sleepless at night
In torment and fright.
How will he cope
When I am no more
And
He is all alone?
I sensed her pain
And reached out for her hand.
No mother,
Who loves her child,
Would make such a wish.
Both of us silently cried.
I find it odd
That he is called,
A child of lesser God
He was born
Less than perfect.
Is it some
Kind of punishment
For misdeeds
In the past life?
I was taught,
We are all equal
In the eyes of God
I saw
Love, fear, anxiety
And unshed
Tears in her eyes.
Whose life
Has been more tragic
His or hers,
Is beyond my logic.
Wishes we make; we carry expectations but the disposal is at some other end. Wishing to remain a helping hand to the needy dearer ones rather than trying to think beyond unknown ends is better…good poem.10
A fact and reality, expressed thoughtfully in poetry! I am not yet convinced about the doctrine of re-birth! But I do believe in right thoughts, actions and deeds, - which must be practised as long as we live! This has been conveyed in my poem, - Breaking The Shackles Of Re-Birth! - Raj Nandy
The parents’ life is more painful for they realize whereas the life of such special children is in dark, the lines truly define the trauma of a parent, helpless and worried… I salute to all those parents who have against all odds have shown courage and smilingly cared for their special children… Abha
A parent's Love is shown in many ways and sometimes we make the sacrifices that go beyond understanding.Namaste.
...a 10 has been clicked for this astonishing composition.
A terrible tragedy beyond anyone's digestion. You are a true poet bringing out such real life events into poetry. sathya narayana
I don't think anyone could understand her pain as well as she. It is heart breaking to think about what some children will face. Good bless you my tenderhearted friend. Loyd
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I would like to translate this poem
Harsh, the reality Harsh, the experience Can't read in between the lines Have to travel in parellel And view the counterpart. Dear Poet, its apt You get into those shoes Feel the temper and learn the truth of that wish. Simple flow with elegant theme. Thank you.