Children-An Obsession Poem by prasanna kumari

Children-An Obsession

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A mother’s heart is always a mother’s heart
The breast milking for those toothless gum
I mourn for the dead children......
Are they not blessed?
I weep for those uncared infants.......
Are they not cursed?
I wail for those little hands searching
for the remnants in the garbage
And my hands stretching to all those
staggering little legs
The two little hands wiping my dining table
make my food undigested
The two little hands picking rotten grapes
from the gutter make me sick to the roots
The soft touch on my knees-two arms asking for alms
unwashed face, shabby tangled hair, loose big garments-unfitting
My heart picks these children home....
I carry them with me....anywhere....everywhere...
I look back...tight little fingers on my saree....
They follow me causing me discomfort
They pin me down to earth
They keep the floor burning hot for my legs
They keep my food half-way to the mouth
I want to do something......
Am I not helpless.......?
Am I helpless......?
Am I also not an orphan like them.......?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Charles Garcia 04 November 2006

prasanna; I can relate to you poetry, I too feel with a heavy heart and so blessed to live in a country that is plentifull for all who care to reach. I give you a big 10 Charles Garcia

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Kee Thampi 07 November 2006

The two little hands picking rotten grapes from the gutter make me sick to the roots The soft touch on my knees-two arms asking for alms unwashed face, shabby tangled hair, loose big garments-unfitting My mind pulsating with this puerile act - this World of puddle- am a real coward

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Kee Thampi 26 December 2012

a poem on innocence of grabble childhood lovable words...... and a pray for them best for the new year

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Valsa George 25 December 2012

A wonderful poem! ! Here I see an affectionate mother's heart pining to be at the rescue of the street urchins! ! Often I too am tormented by the sad plight of poor children struggling for a square meal, while we eternally mourn that our own children do not eat to our heart' content(not to their content) ! ! A Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year to you, Prasanna! !

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Cyclopseven R 24 January 2007

The society made of so called humans is the prime cause of this condition on earth. Good piece.

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Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr 03 December 2006

STRONG LOCUTION AND STRILING IMAGERY BRINGS THIS PIECE HOME AS A MASTER WORK....AND YES, I DO BELIEVE THE UNBAPTIZED CHILD WILL BE WELCOME INTO GOD'S GATE, DESPITE WHAT THE NEW TESTAMENT MAY MISNOMERIZE... FJR

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Lee Degnan 12 November 2006

Incredible images you painted... b/c my love for children, this has struck a very painful chord in me, knowing there are those without, everyday. They are the ones that don't deserve this kind of life, they are too innocent..... ~~Lee

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