I am alone, a star fallen
kicked from the God’s abode
with pity called an orphan
call of dreams are my hoard.
I too want to gather
the buds and fruits
from the orchard
called school.
I too want to learn
the lessons fair and true
from the glossy pages
of a sacred book.
I too want to be alive
under a roof
with walls of love and life
in a family
I too want rise
with strong wings of will
to assert myself
to get a rank
in the society.
I was born to a mother
who did not much bother
she left me to my fate
that played a brute till date
a part, she must have cut
that pains, longs and hurts.
- Author: Soumita Sarkar ( Offline)
- Published: June 28th, 2013 12:20
- Comment from author about the poem: Life of an orphan is dotted with unrecognised trauma and tragedy....
- Category: Family
- Views: 24
Comments1
A bad mother is an absolute exception
Normally all mothers are holy Angels
That deserting mother is an anomaly
Very sad to know about a bad mother
But, that mother has created a poem
Through that deserted baby by her
Superb one with rhyme and rhythm
She has given to the world a sage.
mvvenkataraman
Thanks for your words............but can we deny the fact that such mothers do exist.........otherwise why do we have orphans at all....???tc
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