The little boy with the black pup
Reminded many
Of maternal agony
And perhaps,
Of some parental lapse.
I clutched my young son
For, the boy was almost my own
Goose hairs prickled me
My heart prayed
and drowned.
Facebook and Twitter
Erupted through the night
Bhutanese for once
Prayed as one
‘May god protect you right!’
A mom lost her sleep
As she shared her fear
Looking for her lost boy
She cried in vain
Hearts were swollen with tear!
Fate led the boy astray
Destiny had its way
Neither collective anger
Nor combined sorrow
Could, alas! Save the young boy!
Even as the family is devastated
Unable to face the morrow
In the company of thousands
online
I weep in their sorrow!
Good one sir,...you have put on the thoughts into mesmerizing words, alas the loss is unimaginable.....almost all those parented wept within yet its a rule of life....born once thou..you are destined to die....yet none expected that almighty be so unfair to this little charming boy
ReplyDeleteThank you Dr. Gyan for reading and liking my posts. Sorry for replying a bit late. Regards.
DeleteParental lapse? This is too harsh a word for the parents who are grieving the loss of their child.
ReplyDeleteI said, 'some parental lapse'. The objective of my writing, anyway, is not to persecute or blame the parents. It is but to share their sorrows. I respect your view about my choice of some words. I hope you will continue visiting my blog.
Deletenice one sir...
ReplyDeleteThank you for reading and liking, sir. Sorry for responding late!
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