Am I Loved? Poem by Raihana Abdul Jabbar

Am I Loved?

Rating: 5.0


A Pleasant Sunday Morning...
The Zealous Blue Eyes...
With Light at the end of the Tunnel...
Looked unto his Mother..


Trying to decipher, In vain...
Her busy, serious face...
Gold ringed fingers...
Tap Danced, On the Steering Wheel...


The Boy wanted to ask...
'Where to? ...Not Back There...
It's Sunday! '
(Her Preoccupied Expression
Advised - Better Not...)


The Glimpse of Hope...
All burnt to a Cinder...
When she drove her Chevrolet..
To the Glaring Edifice...


'4KIDS DAYCARE'


She Slicked up his Slacks...
Neatened his Shirts...
Pecked on his cheek...
'Love you, Honey...'


Hollow Words....
(A Rueful Thought)
And Walked Away...
Forbearing...
Tearful Eyes in deep thought...
'Am I Loved? '....

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Yash Shinde 29 October 2012

great imagery..........full of wonderful emotions great write :)

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Neetha Sasidharan 05 August 2012

true poem........grt....full of emotions....

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Dr Library @ Debadarshi 04 August 2012

Sounds well... Probably set over the feudal systems.....

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Ken E Hall 26 January 2011

Cute story cleverly put together...mummy must go to work, the ending put it all together well...regards

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Leela Devi 17 January 2011

you show deep feeling all through

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