Children-An Obsession
A mother’s heart is always a mother’s heart
The breast milking for those toothless gum
I mourn for the dead children......
Are they not blessed?
I weep for those uncared infants.......
Are they not cursed?
I wail for those little hands searching
For the remnants in the garbage
And my hands stretching to all those
Staggering little legs
The two little hands wiping my dining table
Make my food undigested
The two little hands picking rotten grapes
from the gutter make me sick to the roots
The soft touch on my knees-two arms asking for alms
unwashed face, shabby tangled hair,loose big garments-unfitting
My heart picks these children home....
I carry them with me....anywhere....everywhere...
I look back...tight little fingers on my saree....
They follow me causing me discomfort
They pin me down to earth
They keep the floor burning hot for my legs
They keep my food half-way to the mouth
I want to do something......
Am I not helpless.......?
Am I helpless......?
Am I also not an orphan like them.......?
Author notes
the story of child abuse shatters me whenever i read ,though i am not directly involved in any kind of child abuse or slavery or poverty....
Written October 23rd, 2006
No.15.Obsession
A contest entry
- Erase the Hate Stop Child Abuse: April Contest by Page Shut down.
600 points, ended May 4, 2008, 7 entries
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all the horrible things that happen to children just tortures me... I can't believe anyone would want to hurt such innocent things, do they not have any conscious thought at all?
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Very well done, a very telling way to bring out the things that many children are missing out on. Ones heart does ache for them.
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Very touching poem
"They follow me causing me discomfort
They pin me down to earth"
We should all feel this way!
Good luck in the contest! -
very tenderlyl and piercingly
written, well done poetess, the ache of the children
and slaughter of their souls.
ears/Seattle well done!
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The two little hands wiping my dining table
Make my food undigested
The two little hands picking rotten grapes
from the gutter make me sick to the roots
The soft touch on my knees-two arms asking for alms
unwashed face, shabby tangled hair,loose big garments-unfitting
My heart picks these children home....
I carry them with me....anywhere....everywhere...
I look back...tight little fingers on my saree....
They follow me causing me discomfort
They pin me down to earth
They keep the floor burning hot for my legs
They keep my food half-way to the mouth
I want to do something......
I agree child abuse can shatter our hearts and take many forms. I know from experiance good luck in the contest
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Great
This is great...on of my favorite lines were 'My heart picks these children home....
I carry them with me....anywhere....everywhere...' This poem really made me sad
Fluffy
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wonderfully sensitive and caring
Some very good comments and well deserved, need not repeated but perhaps extended if I may...
An abused child, a neglected one, a sad one...can...but need not, live on forever within the heart and soul.
Too often the journey from child to adult carries the burdens and sadness of the past and too, too often it colors and stains the emergence of a fresh new look at a brand new adult world, than can be, but is not always as much a joy as an untrammeled childhood.
A bit cryptic, I know...but I think you understand.
wonderful write....
amicus...
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Wow
Heart ache to the fullest. I hope many shall read this.. I would love for you to enter into my very 1st contest I am now doing if you havent already. It is called Magic and Fantacy-my 1st contest-come play with me...lol..
Again great write.
Blessed Be
Green Mother Rose
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very good
Some how it is the children whom suffer. Yor work is good, very good. aybe some day, some where, some one will care
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Oh my lord, nilav...this is so powerful...so incredibly full of want and need..so full of compassion...
I, too have had them sit on the floor with me ina little huddle of a chidlren's story and had the children run their hands up and down from knee to shoe because I had worn nylons...something they had never felt before. There is not an unnecessary word, an unecessary line..my god, but you are a worthy soul, friend. -
You have documented the dreadful situation of these children with the use of superb imagery and poetic skill. I think you have created a poem which touches the soul with its heartbreaking message. Thanks for sharing.
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Darling nilav
Since this isn't slavery
I will remove this
making room for knavery
the opposite to bliss.
Smoosh
Janet -
So many never know
funny wiggles, giggles gay
momma playing with toes
before being taken away.
AT
In honor to the way, Janet comments upon poems with poems, I did this for you and I am Janet's mentor and uncle who will be judging with her this contest while she is on vacation this next week. I will be extending it so she can adjudge all finals herself. Welcome to the competition. -
Darling
As an orphan girl
who nurturing didn't protect
my momma and world
I still cannot reject.
She choose a beast
and husband in dregs
who upon slavery feasts
as his children begged.
Smoosh
Janet
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