Am waiting for you, my son <br />Between us time seems to stand still <br />I might have failed you, my son <br />Failed in transmitting love to fill <br /> <br />Once did tears stand like pearls <br />In my eyes, tenderness beamed <br />In my dreamy face(eyes) , a girl’s <br />Mirage, as wife, I a failure deemed <br /> <br />My mother, one for one and truly loveable <br />Suffering untold pain in life-giving joy <br />Gone now, but not gone her lullaby’s warble <br />I admit, ma, I am a beaten toy <br /> <br />My God, tender and kind, turned <br />His loving eyes towards me <br />I missed a beat, not responded <br />I feel a sense of failure deep within me <br /> <br />A teacher I am now, by chances strange <br />To kindle the spark of quest in you <br />Nay, shaped you not a burning flame-orange <br />Curse me not, my child, I am beaten like you <br /> <br />Sculptures I made with the clay of love <br />They turned out ugly or broke altogether <br />The sanctum sanctorum has no idol of love <br />Where I stand with my hands folded together <br />Offering tears of a beaten soul <br /> <br />Like the ripples of a smooth-flowing stream <br />My poems and myself have gone so far <br />Couldn’t you find your sweet day-dream <br />Reflect in my fancy’s silver-mirror for ever <br /> <br />Don’t you hear my silent songs <br />My sorrows are your sorrows too <br />My poems sing best of your pangs <br />As a poet I am not beaten true<br /><br />prasanna kumari<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/un-beaten/
