Ingratitude Or Son’s Syndrome—post Detection Poem by rajagopal haran
Ingratitude Or Son’s Syndrome—post Detection
(Again going by observation I have written and posting this poem; even though I have posted similar sentiments in the past, this painful topic of sons ignoring parents is a perennial issue; recently one of my relatives had her Tuberculosis detected; already she has been facing insults from her 3 sons and food also is being rationed and the daughters-in law & the sons asking her to die early –told her face to face and not indirectly; based on that I have made this—with a slight change –I have mentioned one son only, as one itself is disgusting and 3 will be horrible to mention)
Life is beautiful!
Rare gift of reverential God!
Left to the fate
Sitting on the bed
Serenity lost
Regurgitating the undigested!
Hubby gone, the blessed soul
Me illiterate country brute
Left with nothing
At the mercy of my own blood
Waiting for the final call
From God, merciless
How long to go?
Nay how long to suffer?
Screening for common problems
Impairment of cognitive ability
Single transverse palmar crease
Congenial heart disease
Obstructive sleep apnea
Thyroid dysfunctions
Palpebral fissures
Genetic testing genetic counseling
Amniocencentesis, chorionic villus sampling
Make it possible in prenatal screening
Detection and termination!
Ingratitude and indifference
Exhibited by our lovely son
Failed to show up in early screening
Research is on?
Not to terminate foetus but
To terminate ourselves at an early stage!
21 02 2008
Though this is heart touching I fail to comment, for I myself commit the same crime of leaving my own parents to their fate in India!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/3/2024 9:14:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
This is really a pathetic situatioo for the mother, who cared for her sons in her early days, but not cared by her sons at the last lap of her life. Your poem should open the eyes of such ungrateful children. Well written, Sir.