By The Side Of Ann - A Ballad Poem by K.S.Subramanian Subramanian

Every moment looking at Ann's tender eyes;
they squirmed as if smitten by the nail;
Who will share the agony of parents
pushing the wheel chair of an ill-fated girl?

Years back I felt a pang when I saw her
but it was like a ripple in a truant;
Now, as I ripe thru' the chain of years
fume at Nature's brutality to an innocent.

I could imagine her blushing at a fair youth
caressing flowers, dreaming of a bright morrow;
But she has lost all that lend life charm
kenneled to a spirit numbed in sorrow.

No! away with all pet fancies! I wish
I spend only a few hours by her side
telling sweet tales and as she laughs
caress the bright brown hair on her head.