Orphans
Orphans
One day a poet
took all his poems : complete, in complete, written & unwritten too
put them in his bag and went to her.
He emptied his bag & dispersed all his poems in front of her
and said –
“see, all these poems are your kids
I have given them birth,
after a agonizing labor pain of several years”
“You may not realize all this
as it all happened after you departed
for you, it might be just a dream to forget …”
“You may be thinking that it may be my another effort
to re-connect with you, which is as true as your love?”
“But now, see these little innocent kids
are growing slowly
and they are asking me their father’s name
whose name they should carry & tell others?”
“You very well know that
how the kids without father survive in our society?”
“I can’t see my poems growing as orphans … please own them”
By Santosh Kadam (+968 95213364)
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