The servant got graciously ill
About recovery side, I was hopeful still
We went to his hut side and enquired
'I shall recover and get back soon' he said
I was moved at his desire in mind
He was trusted and very kind
I used to address him as 'Bhabha'(father's elder'}
He was so grateful aha!
My eyes turned wet
As he had been detected with cancer very late
It was in growing in stomach
He was hungry and had too much to ache
I could see no more
As he was staunch supporter
Without his help, I could not remained farmer
He was like real father
I took out purse to give something
Counted some money to give in offering
His eyes got little wide with brightness
I could see some happiness
This was very little gesture
But I could make out for sure
The death fear was really apparent
I could see the helplessness at present
Pretty Rebekah Hensley24 hours ago Wonderful poem. I'd advise checking your grammar more, though.
nice veronica folger24 hours ago keep up the good work
The servant got graciously ill About recovery side, I was hopeful still
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
magnanimity KR BALAKRISHNAN20 hours ago A good heart; a good poem, Mehtajiii. Comment +1