Lone Traveller Poem by Valsa George
Lone Traveller
I am now a lone traveller,
Roaming to find my filial roots.
Long begun this endless search,
From the days I started to think and feel.
In the roaring crowd that moves along,
And all the faces I chance to glance,
I search for a ‘Mother’, who cast me out,
Into the dark hide out of a vacant street,
Still smelling of new born blood,
And still fresh with severed chord,
To be eaten away by ants and rats,
Or to be trampled over or crushed beneath.
Did she do it with a quivering heart?
Or was it in her hurry to rid?
Who would tell me who she was?
What she did and where she lived?
Was she so beggarly made?
Or was she bearing a bastard child?
Had she fallen into a deceitful trap?
Or was she one, too young to tend?
When such questions plague me mad,
Slumber quits me with dreary nights.
Often my thoughts hurl to the past,
To live once more those cheerless days-
The days I stayed in a Destitute Home,
With a hundred other kindred souls.
Life was always a ritual there.
Getting up and going to bed,
Eating thrice and taking a nap,
Having a bath and changing dress.
Never once sensing a loving touch,
Or ever relishing a fond kiss.
Later someday, a couple came,
And took me with them to an alien land.
There I had such kingly days,
But always with a barren life.
Now I wander all day long,
Across the dingy streets I lay forlorn,
With hopes so bright and fancies wild,
To see my mother emerge from the crowd,
With hands outstretched to hug me once,
And own me ever, this forsaken child!
Wat else I can write, Valsa is Valsa and her writes entirely different than others.
Oh this is a phenomenal piece written so poignantly......Valsa.......I am speechless.......you are extraordinary...10/10
A poem that stands out for authentic feelings of a child who grew away from its mother. The child's search for reasons why the mother could not keep it, the feeling of disconnect even with company and care have been so well done with poignant artistry. Thanks poet, this one will ever be my favorite.
A heart wrenching poem that came from the powerful pen of a prolific poetess, Valsa George. Her compassionate mind has aptly explored the cravings of a forlorn child and beautifully converted the wails of his wretched life into this profound poem. The poem gets full marks from me for the compassion it conveys to an orphan or abandoned child. My deep appreciation to the poetess for her motherly concern.
So touching, so brutally frank, the outpourings of heart sounding so real, whether imaginative or a true life story it matters little, what matters is the brilliant pen that wrote it. Outstanding write, dear poet.
Now I wander all day long, Across the dingy streets I lay forlorn, With hopes so bright and fancies wild, To see my mother emerge from the crowd, With hands outstretched to hug me once, And own me ever, this forsaken child! .....so moving. The importance of a mother is well executed. A brilliant piece of work really. Thanks for sharing. May God bless you.10
even the ants and rats get fed in this story! yes, valsa cares for animals! ! !
as i am sending a separate message to Valsa after reading this, i will not go into detail here about how and why i like this. (a lot; i do) [to MyPoemList] this shall go into my/our Section A of September's showcase for PH poets. Valsa is a true humanitarian, caring for others. she also cares for plants and (other) animals. thanks, Valsa. :) bri :)
The loneliness and frustration felt by orphans abandoned at birth have always touched me. Glad you liked this poem and has sent it to your poem list! Thanks a lot Bri!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Even after changing trends, the fate of an orphan sorry forsaken child s so terrible! However this very child without holding her love would like to extend her / his love to their parents! Heart touching and awareness stirring poem dear Valsa Mam!