Helplessness

[Nichiro]

HELPLESSNESS

It flows
From the eyes
Of Aged parents
Left to die
A slow death
In old age homes.

It is heard in
Slent sobs
of those
Innocent girls
Rotting in
Hovels like Kamathipura.


It is blackened gash
On the twisted neck
Of a hanging body
of a young HIV wife
of an unfaithful man.

Nichiro

[sundararaj]

HELPLESSNESS

It flows
From the eyes
Of Aged parents
Left to die
A slow death
In old age homes.
It is heard in
Slent sobs
of those
Innocent girls
Rotting in
Hovels like Kamathipura.


It is blackened gash
On the twisted neck
Of a hanging body
of a young HIV wife
of an unfaithful man.

Nichiro

Nice one Nichiro....I wrote a smilar one in one the threads sometime back. Thank you.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Your sincere sympathy once again flows out in verse, Nichiro! May the tribe of your humane type multiply!

[Nichiro]

Thanks PP madam. Here is another one in this series.




SON

Tears started flowing
from her vacant eyes.
Her deeply lined
sunken cheeks quivered
with every sob that escaped
Her chocked throat.

"God,"she said, "Do not give anybody sons"
Look at me , a mother of three I am
Rotting in this old age home."

How I wish I had at least
A daughter who whould understand
My pains and would be here
To wipe my tears.
A son is no boon
And a daughter is no burden."

I just stood rooted
Holding her cold hand.
I couldn't even cry
Because I too was a son
Of my Mother.

Nichiro

[Nichiro]

HELPLESSNESS


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Nice one Nichiro....I wrote a smilar one in one the threads sometime back. Thank you.

Thanks Sunderraj.
I am appaled as well as deeply disturbed at the stories I keep hearing in US where I have shifted for about an year now.
God will never pardon such children.

Nichiro

[pavalamani pragasam]

Like small drops making mighty ocean, let our few sympathetic postings grow to create awareness paving way for remedies!

[Querida]

Nichiro....I have waited long for your return!
It is good to read your poems again....
Oh if only i could guarantee a daughter is not a burden....yet she too personifies her unworthy name....i am reminded of King Lear's two burdens

[Nichiro]

Querida my friend,

Thanks for warm words.
I had never gone away,
I was just away.

Nichiro

I speak of Indian daughters and they are a class apart.

[Nichiro]

HELPLESSNESS

FUTURE AT CROSS ROADS


Her four year old
Eyes were riveted
To the signal lights.
No sooner did
The amber change to red,
She trotted
Towards the barely halting
vehicles spewing smoke
From the exhaust pipes.

She looked like a rag doll,
With matted unkempt hair.
Her small dirt smeared face
Showed red rimmed eyes
From which
Twin furrows of dried tears
could be seen.

She raised herself
On toes and thrust
Her one little palm
Turned upwards
with bent fingers
And the other hand
Feebly tapping
Dark tinted closed
Car window
Begging for coins.

From the back seat,
The fiery pedigree dog
Furiously barked and
lunged at the closed window
Trying to devour
Our Future,
that was
Begging the Present
For her Today
And Tomorrow.

Nichiro

[Querida]

Nichiro i cannot think of anything to say...