Another effort from me! This poetry is for all the mothers who have dumb children...
I heard the creeking sound,
I thought it's her, but i was totally wrong
It's was my maid with a cup of milk
I asked her where she is?
She said cursing you for what you have done
I cry a loud, I screamed, i shouted, i pleaded that
I want to drink it with her hands but
she slaped me and said not to tell this to her and told her
that i finished it by myself
I waiyted a lot for her foots to come in but
instead my dad came and
hits me with his fist
told me the importance my mom make which i burned today
I wanted to ask,
That is oney more important than me?
Giving milk from the hands from my maid will fulfill her presence?
I wanted to scream that
I LOVE YOU MOTHER
but can a dumb child do it?
No, He can't
I wanted to run towards you but
but can a paralyzed do it?
No he can't
I wanted to rush toward you but
the huddle is the long collidor between you and my heart
Your million dollars can't make me normal but your one touch on my hairs can!
Why you cry Mom when you see me?
It doesn't matter that i can't walk but i can run if you will call me once
It doesn't matter that i can't say but i can scream and show you what i have for you!
those big and foreign doctors can't make me normal but
Your one console can!
Just try it Mom, Just try it!
Your Dumb Child,
My poem is about two different people from two different countries. It's about the love and beauty they share.
Poverty and Crisis are the sources of child labour. It is in-human, we should try to abolish this social misfortune.
A woman's fire builds with vengeance when she's forced to dive into icy waters. For she is the fire trapped within ice.