Questions long poem

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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 often peruse how they feel and live.
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?

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Balveen Cheema

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Balveen Cheema has been teaching English for 25 years. It is at the ripe age of 60 that she started penning her thoughts into poetry. Being brought up and educated by her grandparents in a cosmopolitan environs of Pune and visiting her parents in rural Punjab during her vacations, she shuttled between the modern and rural backgrounds . A strong streak of romanticism with nature and rustic pleasures is evident in many of her poems. At present she is residing in Chandigarh and still enjoying her first love, poetry!
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Laya Sarath

Ohh thats so wonderful poem mam….I visualized the whole thing and yes there did arise a feeling of terror inside me …what if I lost…


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