Sumana Bhadra


Abandoned, Adopted - Poem by Sumana Bhadra

Lifeless little planets-
Eyes that revealed nothing
But an empty world to me.
A world, long deserted by its inhabitants.

That little brown baby.
My furry little brown baby.
Never taught to be loved,
His soul was crushed
As mercilessly as a lemon on a squeezer.

The boot of the car, shut with a thud.
They didn't even give him a goodbye peck.
Didn't turn back,
As he kept standing there
Amidst the fumes the car left behind.
His little heart,
Like lemon flesh
Shred and bled out
Every beautiful thing it held.

He looks up at me now.
Tries to gauge
The authenticity of my love.

Love.
He had explored that once
With the little boy who took him on his morning strolls.
Wide roads. Little steps.
Happy whistles. And a happy wag.
Love, that was.
But then that turned into a sloshy pulp
Like the wet papers
That had had on them, his favourite stories.

I inch closer.
He curls back into the corner.
A chocolate cookie.
Curious eyes.
He hesitates. Our eyes meet.
Ah, the warm hazel of those eyes.
I find the saddest tales in them now.
They aren't empty, I realize.
The desolation and forlornness
Made them look like abandoned rooms.

I touch that warm fur coat.
He doesn't complain.
Little beastie.
I hold him closer now.
Close to my heart.
And I whisper promises in his ears-
Of retelling his favourite stories,
Of making him believe in happy whistles and happy wags again.
His incredulity
About happy endings,
Was like a wide ravine
That stretched endlessly before me.
I'd cross it, I knew.
I'd fill his ravine
With rivers of happiness again.

...

Three summers.
Three winters.
Seasons of happy togetherness.
I took him out on his morning stroll today.
And we walked through those wide streets.
The happy whistles and the happy wags
-We celebrate them, everyday now.

~pets~

Topic(s) of this poem: dogs, pets

Form: Free Verse


Comments about Abandoned, Adopted by Sumana Bhadra

  • Chinedu Dike (9/4/2015 11:51:00 PM)


    Beautiful piece of poetry depicting contentment of a once desolate heart seeking for love which has been found eventually. A lovely narrative poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing Sumana. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. (Report) Reply

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  • (9/1/2015 8:40:00 AM)


    Wonderful craftsmanship of your thought.. Brilliant sumi... These are all sense of emotion from your heart .. very good .. keep thinking & keep writing pages after pages like a strike through sword.. God bless you.. (Report) Reply

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (8/28/2015 12:59:00 PM)


    Three summers.
    Three winters.
    Seasons of happy togetherness.
    I took him out on his morning stroll today.
    And we walked through those wide streets.
    The happy whistles and the happy wags
    -We celebrate them, everyday now. we celebrate them you have written. life is a celebration. come what may we have to celebrate. what is the use of being sad. be happy. thank you
    (Report) Reply

  • Fabrizio Frosini (8/28/2015 10:02:00 AM)


    a lovely poem, Sumana
    keep on writing!
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  • Kelly Kurt (8/27/2015 10:31:00 AM)


    A very sweet poem, Sumana. Thanks for sharing (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, August 27, 2015



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