At the departure terminal
That is my son, going up the ladder
He did not look back to see my tear-stained face...
I held him once to my bosom tight
To keep him in my loving care
To protect him from wind and fire
To help him reach unattainable height
Tears from a mother can fill the river
Fire from the mind can burn her to nothing
Fear in the mind can choke her to death
Worry can turn hair untimely grey
Needs will part us all away
Death will steal us from this world
Making us all a part of history
Can we hold onto anything in this world
We cannot hold on to anything for long. In course of time, we have to loosen our grip and let things go, however dear they may be! Of course, a mother's concerns and anxieties have no end! A powerfully moving poem!
We can do many things in India, so the mothers do not have to send their children abroad. To do this we should have a strong government and good policies..Nice poem, but too sad 1
a poem very much touching and deeply sad...i agree with each line of yours in this write...thanks for sharing your feelings, Prasanna...10
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I would like to translate this poem
We groom our children to be independent, and plummet helplessly into our pain when they begin to use it. The marvel and the madness of motherhood. This is a beautiful piece.