Fourteen year handsome lad,
He was, the fondled only son to his mom and dad;
Tall and strong, his physique was envious
Decent and dignified, his gait was gracious
With cheerful countenance
He dwelled in our eyes.
When I made him stand for his off and ons
And also for his work not dones,
He stood in calm but made not a claim;
Alas! In ignorance, how cruel I'm!
The heartless fate burnt in green
Making his heart to have a hole within,
Seized him cruelly, from his mother's lap;
His hard struggle ended in endless sleep.
His face was quite, for his struggle was ended
His handsome charming gait, in earth got buried;
We stood aghast with tears in our eyes
But have always him in our sweet memories.
By name he is Kiriti,
With tender heart of morality;
I pay my whole-hearted homage
To that hole-hearted young age
Awaiting his arrival from the same womb,
To make up his full life bloom and zoom!
A really great poem, really like it. A great write. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Flow Of Hate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
though technology developed we are failing to control the child death rate with terrible diseases, ofcourse, in some cases like above! parents should be alertful! atleast even after rreading the poem i hope parents take keen care in all aspects!