Poem
Actually I wrote this ode after hearing and seeing a dead kid on TV couple of days ago- it is rumored that the kid was killed during a police raid; it happened in Punjab, and the police raided while the mother was in childbirth, well that's supposed to be how things happened....but all i know is that the kid was dead....
Mute child here not now
Unborn, unwed, unlived, closed eyes
Mother’s swollen breast white milk drippin
to the
Ground;
O’ but you’d have lived unremarkable
in the garden of life
Today that you spend in this world,
In hot air atmosphere,
flapping flies beaten away by thine mother’s
bony hand
O’ Tomorrow when the east sunrise,
an high among fluffy clouds you rest
What
your lifeless body, languageless tounge speak to
allseeing, allknowing God, O’ Lord
offered to you heaven or life
would thine choose anew
to come back here
to the garden of life
© 2006 T.Prabhakar. All Rights Reserved.
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