The Childless State Poem by RIC BASTASA

i shy away from
seeing pictures of
mothers feeding
their babies
with fathers
beside them

it is giving me
all fears

it is like i am
moving into a place
where no one
shall meet me

i remember one time
getting off the
train
when a deep silence
or vast
emptiness
meet me

while the people
around
feast on the
chatter of
their wives and
the giggle of their
kids

i guess i simply have
to create a world of
my own

where i will have
no more fears
where there are no
children as securities
for the future
where families are
not just them
but everyone.....