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)