Death Of A Boy Poem by V P Mahur
Death Of A Boy
The very day
I was married
The boy in me died
And an entirely new man
Took a birth in me
I was bewildered
Too happy with new
And sweet passionate love dew
But very sorry
For the boy
Whom so many persons
Watched with a different view
New and surprising changes
Kept on appearing
Like tough challenges
And the freedom was gripped
Into the chains of
Desired and undesired cords
I miss that boy even today
Inspite of being with me
I cannot meet him
And like a carefree person
I cannot treat him
Beautiful poem from your pen. We cannot death of a boy, but when a person is blessed with son or daughter, they too remind of their childhood. In other sense, we see our childhood in our children. Finally again we see our children childhood in grandson or grand daughter. This chain of memories goes on. Especially if any of our memories resembles with our children then again it take us back to our memory. I loved reading it and its really though provoking poem. It took me back to my childhood memories. Thanks for sharing with us.
Look again for that boy as I think he is not dead. He might be sleeping in the arms of your past. You can awake him any time. I believe he is a very handsome boy that is why you remembered him and wrote this beautiful poem that deserves a rating of 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 12:16:59 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Growth of a constructive man from ashes of a boy is nicely described.