The Curse Of Drugs Poem by Noel Horlanda

The Curse Of Drugs

Rating: 5.0


Truth is bold
A son is born as foretold
Joy to my world
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
At last a son of my own

Mom’s care the best
Nothing less but the finest
Gives the greatest
Cheers, cheers, more cheer
Exulted we were

Years to come
What has become
Of my son awesome
Applause, applause, more applause
Wonderful is he

Days pass by
Found him with alibi
Thought he’d say goodbye
Jeers, jeers, more jeer
My son is down, poisoned by drugs

As heavy as a boulder
A burden upon my shoulder
Never to surrender
Gonna fight on they say
Away with you to rehab

To keep alive
Gonna survive
But don’t dive
On your feet my boy
My God, he's dead

Yet in my nest
Thought you’re honest
Yet we need kindness
For God sake tell me
Where have we failed?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal 23 September 2009

Yet in my nest Thought you’re honest Yet we need kindness For God sake tell me Where have we failed? we have failed in our blind love and could not keep track on his activities and failed to impart him the dangers of drugs and we suffer at the last... so touchy poem and sad one too....10 reaad mine son...sun n son

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Surya . 04 July 2009

the deadly drugs have claimed a valiant son. how sad. whom to blame. the political class? or the society? voted10 surya

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