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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Questions Walking downhill, I couldn't control my speed. Suddenly I limped and there was blackout. I tried to open my eyes but failed. With difficulty I lifted my hand and felt my eyes wrapped. I could feel the jerks of a speeding car and heard my little ones, 'Mamma, are you comfortable?' Feeling my bandaged eye I feared I had lost an eye. I asked in anguish, 'What have I lost?' 'You have been saved After a mighty fall down the cliff. Papa is taking you to the hospital in the plains'. Confusion ranged in my mind. I tried to recollect the incidents that lead to it, but became unconscious. With partial memory and broken limbs I was laid up in bed for months. The love and care of the family, helped me to heal quickly, But the fear in my girls eyes, haunted me. I could have died. My little daughters would have been bereft of maternal love. Who would have reared them up? Would another mother have replicated my motherhood? My fear of losing my limbs, put me in a meditative mode on and off. What if I had really lost my eye? Would I have been able to see this world and my dear ones with the same view? My eyes became so dear and my heart went out to those who were without this God-gifted sight. I wondered how they felt and lived. My limbs were repaired, but what of those not so fortunate? Was their life as agile and bountiful as ours? Did they envy those who run and walk around doing their daily chores? They also must be, I am sure, yearning to see this glorious world. Despite acceptance of every tragic moment down the decades, I am still tortured by such unsolvable questions, What if? October 21, 2015 Contest: My Most Emotional Poem Sponsor: Silent one
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