The Sadness Of Nothingness Poem by lalitha iyer

Wake up, Wake up
no, my child is not in bed
he is no more with me
the blankness he left
stopped my words
in Silence I portrayed
the figure and fullness
of his presence
and the meaning
of my affection

Tea Time
but I made tea for none
when you have hours and health
and money to buy tea and sugar
but none to entertain
alone you drink
only sad memories to think
the big vacumn killer link

Hai! the child from the next street
no, it's not responding
want to sit upon the swing
and go up and down and sing
but, something creeps into the limbs
and makes me weak and weary
could you tell me when earth is overpopulated
why, we cant simply incorporate new sons?