The Solitary Child

The Solitary Child elegy

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An intense day it was
when things started alternating
my mother was of 30s
when she fell asleep.

I didn’t know, as what to do,
I was then a boy of class 5
came back to home after an exacting day
and was moved by the sight.

I was very miffed
as she was napping.
but I didn’t knew that
this nap was till the Doomsday.

I called my aunt to stir her up,
she came inside the room
touched her frozen skinny hands
and she was sobbing.

She shouted like a beast
calling out names,
my father turned to the room
and came in running.

Who knew my mother’s end was so near
and also was of mine.
For how could a child live the whole childhood
without the eternal divine.

A local doctor came
to our house, but was too late.
My mother was now free
and she had stepped to the peaceful heaven.

I didn’t know the meaning of death
as I was a child back then,
but now I know
how cursed the meaning is itself.

Our big supportive jolly family
broke into tears.
Neighbours came to our house
and I felt a wet clumsy atmosphere.

My friends too came
with their family,
I told them ‘you know, my mother is deceased’.
joshing and moving buoyantly.

I didn’t know why
everyone was lamenting,
but I was very jubilant,
because my friends were with me.

That dreadful evening,
I saw my mother
lying on the death bed of fire,
I cried, and cried and am still crying.

oh! the Eternal spirit
sitting high in the heaven
I ask you now,
what were your expectations that day?

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The best yoga of a day is reading a poem or a book .....A complete peace of mind and a refresher .... Things become easy when u have a complete mental peace .... Stop each and every work for 2 minutes , read a poem and i bet you will feel fresh all over again :)
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Madan mohan Swami

Nicely absorbed and reflected feelings of a child who is unaware of death which is tagged with birth.congratulations.


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