Life I have to give you
my child,
A mistake it is to
bring you here,
Pure joy and a piece of God,
Umpteen acts of unlove,
But it is you who I love
and love,
Not your father
not that bastard,
I’ll bring you in
and you’ll bring joy,
When there’s no money

One response

  1. Hello Vysnu,

    A nice poem it is.. As far as I can comprehend, you have talked about a trauma faced by some really unfortunate families in India.

    Way to go dude!!


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