When minds mate, <br />A child is born. <br />But when minds separate, <br />The child dies not. <br /> <br />The child remains a child, <br />Only wanting to be heard, <br />kept and loved by its parents. <br />The parents never know <br />its conception, its birth, <br />its existence. <br /> <br />When from behind a curtain, <br />he screams “Find me Father”, <br />All his Papa sees is the space. <br />When he pulls her saree, <br />crying “Carry me mother”, <br />All his Mama sees is the wind. <br />He never grows, never dies.<br /><br />Pradeep Dhavakumar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-orphan-6/
