We humans have a tendency
to cry at the tiniest of a tragedy.
Like the loss of a loved one to another,
a promotion being usurped by another.
Imagine hospitals with little babies,
who have not even started their lives.
Having to undergo numerous treatments,
like Chemos and various levels of radiations.
There are still others with deformities,
who have to undergo corrective surgeries.
They bravely under go so much pain,
while we howl the loudest in vain.
There are still others with gene mutations
for which there are no corrections.
Each breath has to be measured,
A year passes for each step to be achieved.
Intelligent minds are trapped in such bodies,
communication to them is a search for possibilities.
We are living in our own world selfishly,
thinking our sorrows and sufferings utmostly.
renukakkar 26.5.2011
Copyright@2011
Babies will live until mothers like you do not die in poetry and loll to make the babies forget life`s immense pains...wow! brilliant improvisation..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thank you..i wrote this poem after seeing the tiny babies only a few months old receiving chemo therapy in aims hospital...the scene brought tears to my eyes..these babies have yet to live and are struggling to live when we complain about life in general when we have lived a good amount of it..ours is no struggle, theirs is the bigger struggle.