Often <br />When I feel exhaused <br />When my hands and feet refuse to move <br />Having to look after you like a newborn child <br />Seems to be a punishment from God <br />And I wish you would die <br />Soon. <br /> <br />Often <br />When I feel discouraged <br />When nothing seems to work <br />And my heart fills with anger with myself <br />Having to pull you up on your feet <br />Makes you wince with pain <br />And Nanni screams, <br />'Mummy, how can you be so cruel? ' <br /> <br />Often <br />When I am my normal self <br />When I look at you <br />And you stare silently with vacuous eyes, emaciated, helpless <br />I think of those old times <br />When you were stronger <br />and pulled me up on my feet <br />Gently, softly through tough times <br />and filled my heart with hope..... <br /> <br />Often <br />When I think ahead <br />I wonder if I too would live long enough <br />For Nanni to wish I would die <br />Soon... <br />For Nanni to have to lift me up on my feet <br />and make me wince with pain, <br />Long enough to be emaciated, helpless <br />and stare with vacous eyes....<br /><br />Jasbir Chatterjee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kamala/
