Sunday, June 26, 2011

93.Son in the album

It has been quite some time,

Let us meet him today.

 

Take out old albums

Dust them thoroughly,

Put your glasses on

Seek him out in photos.

 

Revisit the happy moments

When he rode on my back,

When he tugged at your dress

When he held a trophy high.

 

Look at his pictures in your lap

Or on shoulders that did not ache

See him crying when he lost his toy

And quickly smiling on getting it back.

 

He is no longer a child,

Things are no longer the same,

He neither smiles nor cries,

He neither talks nor hugs.

 

Let us visit him again

In the yellowish,dusty photos,

See him,hug him, talk to him,

He is much the same in the album.

5 comments:

kavita said...

Hard to understand how one can forget the love ,care and countless sacrifices of parents.Sad .
Very touching poetry Onkar ji :)

R. Ramesh said...

ya touching

Sai Charan... said...

Agree with what my Didi and Ramesh Bhai said, this is a very touching poem Onkar ji.

The pulse of the poem shows how parents sacrifice everything for their children but after they've grown up, things change.

Lines like "When he rode on my back", "Or on shoulders that did not ache" - shows how parents bear everything to keep their children happy!

They say time heals everything, but in this case, the more the time passes, more is the missing!!

Bikramjit said...

sad when we forget the ones who did everything they could for our happiness


Bikram's

Pranavam Ravikumar a.k.a. Kochuravi said...

Very nice!