Friday, September 12, 2008

To my son...



To my son…………

After a heavy downpour,
When winds ended their roar,
And when birds flew west,
To feed the nestling in nest,
Thou bloomed with sweet cry,
Letting all my tears dry.


I got excited to peak,
When thou tried to speak.
I longed to clean thy boot,
When thou set thy foot.
I gifted thee toys in pile,
Just to make thee smile.


When thou aren’t in good pink,
My heart begins to sink.
When I see thee sob,
My mind ceases its job.
When thou are in vain,
My soul feels the pain.


So many years passed now,
But I have love to sow.
And I hav nothing to feed,
But thou never give heed.
Thou were crucial in my life,
But thou speak for thy wife.


Thou were my sole dream,
And my presence makes thee scream.
Now I ask thee a final wish,
And I beg thee with a kiss.
Son,soon I ll meet my end,
And i expect thee to send.

4 Comments:

Blogger Kavitha said...

arthy my son is my fav poem from ur collections.....so superb!!!!!

September 12, 2008 at 11:27 PM  
Blogger Ramya B S said...

hey arthy..... unakkulla ipdi oru sentimentaaaa..... touch pannittadi....
seriously i was moved on reading dis poem....
Keep going....
Gud job...
Ramya

btw... visit dis link http://enkavidhaigal.blogspot.com

September 13, 2008 at 7:01 AM  
Blogger arthy said...

no..no..azha koodathu..wat 2 do..athuva varuthu..

September 13, 2008 at 7:08 AM  
Blogger Reny said...

I'm the die hard fan of ur poems dee ... marvellous ..I just cant imagine how u culd write such looovely poems ...

March 25, 2009 at 11:28 PM  

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