Regrets! ! ! Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

A poorest child on earth,
Hope,
Such child should never be given birth…
Someday,
The parents felt so shy,
The reason was the only the child.
The world emerged,
Too rusty too dry,
It felt such,
The child would have died
Prior to open the eyes…
A handful gift of pains,
Gifted by the child,
Indeed chopping
Parent’s veins…
Lucky the child to have such parents,
So devoted so mild
Nevertheless,
Parents are ashamed of,
Unlucky to have such child…
The child;
Invalid and needless,
The one,
Whose ill deeds are countless…
The cursed soul on the earth,
Besides having everything,
Today left behind nothing,
Except,
To cry cry and cry…
With time have lost,
Faith and grace,
Should burry the face
Under mortal case,
Since;
Non-eligible for love and bless…
A prayer of poor soul;
“Wana quit thy earth,
Let me rest my body my soul,
To thee whole…
Oh! The lord Of Land!
Me lamenting on thy shore,
No intention further,
To stab mine parents more and more…”
To life,
The poor destiny always to come,
Each time blamed
Which has not been performed…?
Punished life!
Full of regrets,
Full of embarrassments,
Shall never return the bounty back
Received from parents…
Always been a dream,
To be parent’s cream,
Lord blesses!
“Let thy eyes cry,
Let thy heart scream,
Though thee have poked thy parent’s dream…”
The destiny begs;
“Oh lord!
Open thy door,
Let me rest on thine Hell’s core
And,
Let me drink the poisonous pains,
Of mine dear parents
Forever I did pour!