She was crying all the more.
She broke into sobs now and then evermore.
She wept and wailed beating her heart in pain
Tears trickled down her rosy cheeks like a train.
Her face became red and swollen.
None could comfort her
None wished to go near her.
Her feelings were so intense .
Somewhere down the house
there came a
voice in a whisper
Ma, ma, called the little one in best temper.
She stood dazed for a while remaining wild
Ran to get hold of her child
Holding him tight she said
I would live for you my child.
Tag: Child
Divorce – Haiku.
The Child’s Play. —— Haiku
It is a game they call
It is hide and seek.
it is a child’s play
with one hiding
and one finding.
How many places
they find to hide?
How many ways
they seek to find?
Spots which else
not known to many
get to be discovered
with a strain unfelt.
Hide and seek
goes in a form
lively and gay..
keeping the children
in a happy sway.
The game covers
the adults too
with an altered vision
where innocence gets away
comes in the impulsiveness
in a stealthy stream.
Concealing the presence
for reasons of corruption
is in vogue nowadays.
The cops engage in a seek
driving it hard in places
unknown and unheard of.
Hiding behind a veil
to keep away from shame
has taken a turn at present
while the ignominy strikes through
the ashamed gets out
getting behind someone .
A game of the young
has become a game of
the adults too
not for joy and love of it
but out of necessity and disgrace.
Appeasing the Gods has been from yore.
Rituals differ according to the course.
Gods stay alone under the roof
as a means to ward of nature’s hoofs.
The roofs undergo a periodical update
with consecrations and extensions to date
aligning it to modern structural designs
decorating the premises to suit his signs.
Happen to see lot of eyes closed and praying
when gallons of milk was poured with a beaming
pride and demeanor on the heads of the deities
attempting to appease the divine dignitaries.
My eyes did not remain closed for long
as they perceived a child singing a song
on the roads of cities with a broken hood
crying for a dime which could buy her food.
Waking up from reverie found all hands folded
trying to find the sublime in the closeted
while the real divine, the hungry child, walks around
seeking alms to appease her hunger by going through the surround..
The car is moving slowly.
Is it old ? I ponder
It looked latest and brand new.
Yet it went slowly.
Thought that the driver is old.
Little shaky and partially blind
to drive in normal speed.
but found out the driver is not old.
Then the driver should be a learner.
Perhaps he is driving for the first time
so a bit nervous and frightened.
Not so he seems to be an expert.
Why did the car move slowly
Wanting to know the reason
went behind it as though in a procession..
Last found out why it went slowly?
You might curse me for my curiosity.
Well that has been my way of life
seeing things that others do not see
like the car moving slowly.
Raising A Family
Man and woman unite in amour.
They start the family with glamour.
With love they live together
to raise a family in good weather.
In the early years of intimacy the family enlarges.
The entry of the child gives the parents the charge
of becoming responsible and duty bound.
No more of playful tussles in the round.
The toned down parents take up the challenge.
as bringing up a child is a difficult manage
much different from the earlier engage
filling in with tasks and schedules in a range.
In no time the family grows with another child.
The accustomed household adjusts to the new find.
Children reach the teen age in the course of time
With that a careful watch also comes in with a chime.
It goes without saying that family is the biggest corporate.
Any one deviation would bring in an expensive degenerate.
The unit has to be held intact without a single break.
Otherwise there would be an alarming outbreak.
A child over there,
sits in a corner,
with nothing to share,
looks like a loner,
none to care,
expresses a sordid groan,
nervous like a hare,
crys like a mourner,
confined to a bare,
thinking aloud no sooner,
falls down in scare,
collapsing every other in a flare,
well, that is the end of the fair.
It is a livelihood of means.
It is that which protract.
It is a pronouncement of authority.
It is a reference to dignity.
It is that which reacts.
It is a scene of distraction.
It is a sequence of deviation.
It is that which distributes.
It is a cause for anxiety.
It is a wait for result.
It is that which attributes .
It is a general outlook.
It is a genial approach.
It is that which occupies.
It is a classic example.
It is a wonderful picture.
It is that which presents.
It is a lovely grace.
It is a fine poise.
It is that which creates.
It is an apparition.
It is a distinction.
It is that which endears.
Well it is a synthesis.
Well it is a symphony.
Well it is that which enlightens.
So goes on the thoughts.
So runs the descriptions.
So spreads the vision.
Light up a needy child.
Brighten up the handicapped.
Take care of the aged.
A motivation that has to be elicited.
A motto that has to be adopted.
A memorandum that has to be understood.
It might sound like a teaching.
It might echo a preaching.
In reality it is a searching.







