Treasure Island

Suman Kumar Das


Bereft Beggar


I beg you, Mom!
A piece of sandwich,
Baked in your kitchen oven
Not in some food factory.
A glass of water I beg,
Not a bottle of branded drink.
For your magic hands
Bring a heavenly savour
Enough to quench hunger, thirst.

I beg you, Dad!
Out of your busy hours
Few minutes to play with me
Not long days for world trip.
One or two coins I beg,
Not a bunch of plastic perks.
For your love and affection
Fills the highest pleasure
More than all needs.

O’ my dear parents!
It has been sixteen summers
Spent lonely in hostel
Bereft of your jocund company
That bliss I beg today.

Submitted: Friday, February 21, 2014

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This poem is based on the feelings of the boy who has spent 16 years in hostel for studies away from his home & parents.

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  • Deepak Kumar Pattanayak (3/6/2014 11:21:00 AM)

    Emotions crafted in a very delicate way........Suman............a nice poem with a nice message...............
    Please comment on my poem 'A date with destiny' (Report) Reply

  • Tadasha Tripathy (2/23/2014 8:50:00 PM)

    I am in hostel from last five years.I can feel and understand the feelings deep from my heart.Very emotional poem.I liked reading it. (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (2/23/2014 11:23:00 AM)

    A Moving write from your pen Suman..Very beautifully you have depicted the feelings of child who is deprived of love from his parents. Loved the way you presented it. (Report) Reply

  • Stan Petrovich (2/22/2014 3:06:00 AM)

    There is a definite paucity of family life on PH. I suspect that, like me, many of us who are sensitive have been that way from a very early age, and crave some kind of surrogate family even if not ours. Everyone is the same, as you say, and all we need is love from a caring parent. Or used to. I am bereft of both parents now, but it was my mother's death when I was 13 that shaped my very life.

    Very moving poem. (Report) Reply

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