At the departure terminal
That is my son, going up the ladder
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We cannot hold on to anything for long. In course of time, we have to loosen our grip and let things go, however dear they may be! Of course, a mother's concerns and anxieties have no end! A powerfully moving poem!
We can do many things in India, so the mothers do not have to send their children abroad. To do this we should have a strong government and good policies..Nice poem, but too sad 1
a poem very much touching and deeply sad...i agree with each line of yours in this write...thanks for sharing your feelings, Prasanna...10
We groom our children to be independent, and plummet helplessly into our pain when they begin to use it. The marvel and the madness of motherhood. This is a beautiful piece.