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Womb for Sale?

Ever since a little child,
Away from the family he was kept,
His  protests were ruled out,
Searching for the reason,he silently wept.

No affection, love or bed time stories for him,
Always sad and dejected, his childhood was grim.
He longed for his mother's love,yearned for her time,
Unfulfilled desire of a little boy,what was his crime?

Away from home to Bangalore he was sent,
In a hostel to live alone,he had no intent.
Though dejected initially, he learnt to live alone, 
Study ,work and earn, he soon became a gemstone.

Career enhanced and to Mumbai he came,
Appreciated for work, he rose to fame.
He met a girl and friends they became,
Cupid Struck and in love he was lame.

Happily, they decided to tie the knot,
His neglected childhood, he totally forgot.
Happy in love and enjoying his fame,
Life for him became a successful game.

Then one day his mother called,
All his happiness was suddenly stalled.
She demanded his house and his money,
She dictated ... he abandon his honey.

He fought, protested and decided to abandon her,
She said something that made his eyes  blur.

"I hate your dad and your handicapped brother,
And sent you away,so I could join you later, 
I made dad pay for your education and so you earn
I gave you now you have to return"

Copyright © RIMA ANIL.NAIK

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  1. Date: 5/15/2009 8:34:00 AM
    Thank you for your kind explaination. I thought the son was speaking in the verse (his point of view) perhaps you were trying to put forth his POV? No matter the verse and the point were POWERFUL. My point was only for the man & his love to act as made them happy but not with the ..disregard/anger/cruelty of the the good kind generous loving man & woman you are...understand..the Mom's POV..not condone..but go forward as the good people you wish to be. TURN on SOUPMAIL

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 12:33:00 PM
    Dear Rima,Congratulations on YOUR Well Deserved Win in Deborah's Contest Truely Wicked ALWAYS...HG

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 10:32:00 AM
    Rima, Congratulatins on placing in Deborah's poem. W-I-C-K-E-D. Was the mother in this poem you know who's step-mom???? hint. C_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _'s from the same story as the lost glass slipper? It sure sounds like her! LOL Love, Dane

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 7:36:00 AM
    security in knowing Iwas loved and would be taken care of and have enough food & a know what? she never had that before my Dad or with him..where was she to find it to give to us kids? I FINALLY GOT IT was not what I needed but she stayed and gave HER all. I try to be the person I wish to be and let others actions reflect on them. What Mom did or didn't do should not make me less of a mother, a person and my hope for you is the same. Light & Love

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 7:30:00 AM
    This verse so touched me personally, I referred to it in my blog but not by title. I as well as so many others have "Mother" issues. My mother has passed now and I miss her dearly, even though we had a very "rockie" relationship. I asked her what it meant to her to be a "mother" she said bligerantly, I was THERE (my father was in & out of our lifes) and at 50+ I finally got it. That was really all she could do STAY, in fear, without means, STAY. She asked what I'd wanted. I said SECURITY

  1. Date: 5/14/2009 6:24:00 AM
    Congratulations on placing in the contest. Smiles from Lolita

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 6:52:00 PM
    Congrats with your placement in the contest...Raul

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 5:23:00 PM
    Congratulation on palcing in Deborah's contest, Rima! Wicked, terrible wicked. Ruben.

  1. Date: 5/13/2009 4:22:00 PM
    Truly wicked. So upsetting to read. Congratulations on your win in Debbie's contest. Most well deserved. Love, Shar

  1. Date: 4/21/2009 8:46:00 AM
    Rima, I am sorry I could not say all that I had to say for the characters limitation. The caption of your poem is highly appropriate. About all those people I talk about in my poem The Defaulter you attribute it to my Karma. Believe me I am not sure about my Karma. What I have said is the feeling coming out of my heart. Last year I was in Bangalore for knee-replacement operation arranged by my friend and his wife. I stayed with them also. They are not of my faith. Should I not be indebted! -Mohd

  1. Date: 4/21/2009 7:07:00 AM
    Extremely touching. The poem made me shed tears. I abhor to think that a mother could be so cruel as painted by you. But such parents do exist in the society. I'll quote here a Quatrain from my book 'Rubaiyat of Josh Malihabadi -A Drop and the Ocean printed in UK: Man loves his ego Alone, I profess/ Selflessness and loyalty are only words to dress/ Affection of mother or passion for love/ Act only as veils of selfishness. My poem Defaulter which you have kindly commented is a reverse case. Mohd

  1. Date: 4/15/2009 5:37:00 AM
    oh poor soul, it is like that for many people where they expected to look after the parents when they get older mainly in other cultures but it still happenes, I wouldn't take money off my kids, God bless from diane