A friend <br />Stoically said, <br />I wish <br />My son would die <br />While I am alive. <br />I looked at her <br />in disbelief, <br />And saw the anguish <br />And grief in her eyes. <br /> <br />I lie, <br />Sleepless at night <br />In torment and fright. <br />How will he cope <br />When I am no more <br />And <br />He is all alone? <br />I sensed her pain <br />And reached out for her hand. <br /> <br />No mother, <br />Who loves her child, <br />Would make such a wish. <br />Both of us silently cried. <br />I find it odd <br />That he is called, <br />A child of lesser God <br /> <br />He was born <br />Less than perfect. <br />Is it some <br />Kind of punishment <br />For misdeeds <br />In the past life? <br /> <br />I was taught, <br />We are all equal <br />In the eyes of God <br />I saw <br />Love, fear, anxiety <br />And unshed <br />Tears in her eyes. <br /> <br />Whose life <br />Has been more tragic <br />His or hers, <br />Is beyond my logic.<br /><br />Mamta Agarwal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-wish-25/
