MOTHERS’ DAY
On the eve of Mothers’ Day
You present her with a golden bullet like 007
That pierced through her hand
And took shelter in the heart of her son
When she was feeding rice to him
She doesn’t know yet the boy died
With the last lunch of the bullet
No body feel any remorse
They are in search of source
From whose gun it was shot
Does it make a difference
The mother lost her son
For no fault of hers or the toddler
Quietly the crowd disperse
In fear of identification
Is this what an election
Will you call it fare and free
In the 21st century
In the largest democracy
Or the largest hypocrisy?
Rajkumar@Kolkata
09-05-2009
-N.B.-THIS IS TRUE INCIDENT PUBLISHED IN ALMOST ALL NEWS PAPERS OF TODAY.THE INCIDENT TOOK PLACE AT NANADIGRAN ON 07-05-2009, AS REPORTED RAJKUMAR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very sad incident indeed....but well recounted in thsi poem Rajkumar...10