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Monday, December 7, 2009


She watches the little one,
looking out of the window.
The worn out doll,
clutched tight.
Too young to understand, yet
deep within, does she know?

Her heart aches more than her arms,
cradling the kid all night long.
Having to grow up in a moment,
her own childhood gone.
The tears remain unshed,
for ever and more.

"Can you call mommy again?
She should be home by now."
Innocent eyes look up to her.
Trusting the world’s
convenient lies.

She tries to hold her close
and whisper the truth,
as it should be told.
"She won’t answer the phone, little one.
Mom is not coming home anymore"

© Chhaya


image by William Adolphe Bouguereau (Two Sisters)

49 comments:

Karthik December 7, 2009 at 7:42 PM  

Beautiful!
Simple, crisp, and short. Moreover, easy to understand. :-)
Keep writing!

RAJ47,  December 7, 2009 at 7:56 PM  

Too young to understand, yet
deep within, does she know?

she does know!!!

it is only human (although naive) to try to fight destiny especially for those you consider yours. but one always tries to get the departed back. if not in reality, then atleast in the dreams.

RAJ47,  December 7, 2009 at 9:00 PM  

An ode to many a service family who have sacrificed their today for our tomorrow
Daddy's Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
Her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Daddy's Day at school,
And she couldn't wait to go.

But her mummy tried to tell her,
That she probably should stay home.
Why the kids might not understand,
If she went to school alone.

But she was not afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates
Of why he wasn't there today

But still her mother worried,
For her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
She tried to keep her daughter home..

But the little girl went to school
Eager to tell them all.
About a dad she never sees
A dad who never calls.

There were daddies along the back wall,
Or everyone to meet.
Children squirming impatiently,
Anxious in their seats

One by one the teacher called
A student from the class.
To introduce their daddy,
As seconds slowly passed..

At last the teacher called her name,
Every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
A man who wasn't there.

'Where's her daddy at?'
She heard a boy call out
'She probably doesn't have one,'
Another student dared to shout.

And from somewhere near the back,
She heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
Too busy to waste his day..'

The words did not offend her,
As she smiled up at her Mum.
And looked back at her teacher,
Who told her to go on.

And with hands behind her back,
Slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
Came words incredibly unique.

'My Daddy couldn't be here,
Because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
Since this is such a special day.

And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you to know.
All about my daddy,
And how much he loves me so.

He loved to tell me stories
He taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
And taught me to fly a kite...

We used to share fudge sundaes,
And ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.

'Cause my daddy's always with me,
Even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
He'll forever be in my heart'

With that, her little hand reached up,
And lay across her chest.
Feeling her own heartbeat,
Beneath her favorite dress.

And from somewhere in the crowd of dads,
Her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her daughter,
Who was wise beyond her years

For she stood up for the love
Of a man not in her life.
Doing what was best for her,
Doing what was right.

And when she dropped her hand back own,
Staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a voice so soft,
But its message clear and loud.

'I love my daddy very much,
He's my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
But heaven's just too far

You see he is a soldier
And died just this past year
When a roadside bomb hit his convoy
And taught brave men to fear.

But sometimes when I close my eyes,
It's' like he never went away...'
And then she closed her eyes,
And saw him there that day.

And to her mother's amazement,
She witnessed with surprise.
A room full of daddies and children,
All starting to close their eyes.

Who knows what they saw before them,
Who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
They saw him at her side..

'I know you're with me Daddy,'
To the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
Of those once filled with doubt.

Not one in that room could explain it,
For each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
Was a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.

And a child was blessed, if only for a moment,
By the love of her shining star..
And given the gift of believing,
That heaven is never too far.

Take the time...to live and love.

Until eternity. God bless!

I want to give wide publicity to this poem. pl do it for me.

D.Dasgupta December 7, 2009 at 10:25 PM  

Dear Chhaya:

I just read your moving piece. In fact, I read it three times in a row, to be sure that I don't miss the nuances. The best lines are (in my opinion):

"Innocent eyes look up to her.
Trusting the world’s
convenient lies."

I kept staring at those lines and wondered how old was she when this happened to Chhaya? Then I knew that the exact number hardly matters. You are always a child, a baby to your mother.

And then, ironically enough and for a reason that is totally personal, I told myself that one must be truly lucky to be in a position to say,

"Can you call mommy again?
She should be home by now."

There are children who can be denied this "luxury".

Deep-da

vicious December 7, 2009 at 11:22 PM  

omg !! this was simply superb !

so very touching !! the 2nd paragraph is heart wrenching n so are the last two lines!!!

vidya December 8, 2009 at 12:20 AM  

Dear Chhaya,

Hope all's well with you..its been quite sometime since we got a chance to read your posts.
This poem touched my heart. You have potrayed the sentiments of a naive innocent kid and her caring sister beautifully! Nice picture too.

@Raj47 - That was an amazing piece of poetry too!

Regards,
Vidya

WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF POETRY: December 8, 2009 at 3:59 AM  

Hello this poem brought tears to my eyes,I can feel the loss and relate to it.

Thank you for visiting my blog. I appreciate it very much.

Tomorrow I am going away to visit relations and to see 2 concerts but will be back on Friday,

Take care.
Yvonne.

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 8:53 AM  

@Karthik : Thank u so much . i m glad liked it.

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 8:54 AM  

@Raj47 : I think kids have this ability to understand things that grown ups cant.

btw, amazing poem. Who wrote it? Its very easy for me to relate to it, coming from a family of armymen.

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 8:57 AM  

@Deep Da : Kids never grow up for their mother. Never. And losing a mother can snatch the whole childhood from anyone. You lose the person who is never supposed to judge you.

Yet, I totally understand why you referred to the lines - "Can you call mommy again?
She should be home by now." as ironical ...

I wont go in detail, as you very well know what I am referring to, but yes, sometimes losing a person to Death is easier than losing him/her to Life.

Love always

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 8:58 AM  

@Vicious : thank u. the poem was supposed to touch a few raw nerves..

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 9:00 AM  

@Vidya : You have perfectly understood the poem. thank u for liking it :)

and yes, i m trying to be more regular now.

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 9:01 AM  

@Yvonne : Thank you for dropping by dear. i love your poems. waiting for you to return. Enjoy the concerts :)

Poornima December 8, 2009 at 10:31 AM  

Hi Chaya... this is so very touching.misted my eyes.wonderful dear.keep it rolling

the-silhouette December 8, 2009 at 10:53 AM  

it good to see u back, and with great lines....beautiful. typical Chhaya. you were n are, always, the best!!

it happens, so often that we play the role of parents to our younger siblings, sometimes out of necessity than choice. we care for them, we want to protect them from this wretched world, want them to have all the happiness that had conveniently eluded us. we want them to do all the things that we ourselves couldnt...

the sunset wasnt in the distant horizon,
the darkness engulfed me with it..
i would have lived with the pain forever,
i lit the lamp, for you my dear...

tc,

regards,
A friend...

swapnanjali December 8, 2009 at 11:25 AM  

Dear chhaya, this is something which just touched my heart ...kids without mother i can imagine the situation...for kids mother is the whole world ...kids used to share each and everything with mother in their childhood...GOD should not be so curel to take away mother...in few words you've expressed everything ...

Ashley December 8, 2009 at 12:43 PM  

Sad but beautiful. How I love your writing...

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 1:00 PM  

@the-silhouette - thank u :)

and i love those four lines..
waiting to read more from u..

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 1:01 PM  

@swapnanjali : As some wise man said - Death smiles at us all, all we can do is smile back...

its inevitable. but sometimes, the timing sucks

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 1:01 PM  

@Uncommon Sense : You are funny.

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 1:01 PM  

@Ashley : Thank u so much :)

Vittaldas Prabhu December 8, 2009 at 1:16 PM  

Chhaya,
The first stanza of this poem is so telling. It breaks my heart when an elder has to see a younger one stressed, insecure. The little one wants to make sense. She "knows" something is not right, yet she wants to be optimistic.

Here use of "cradling the kid" is used nicely. Here is a kid who is trying to be protective about another kid. And "Having to grow up in a moment" though references the little one, I can see that both have to grow up. That is really heart breaking, again.

The third and fourth stanzas has moved me very much. Innocence, Love, Affection, Brutality of the situation, Sacrifice, and much more has been very beautifully rendered. I imagined putting myself in the picture and found myself being ripped apart into pieces.

All I wish is May the love prevail. Cheers to the life that is being "celebrated" in this poem.

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 1:22 PM  

@Vittal - "Having to grow up in a moment,
her own childhood gone." - actually refers to the elder child.

you have read the poem with your heart and have understood all the subtle hints in it. Loved your take on it :)

thank u.

Sri December 8, 2009 at 2:03 PM  

so touching!!!Well phrased, close to reality!!Sobbing sentence...making our hearts heavy!
Good Poem!

IdleMind December 8, 2009 at 2:52 PM  

So, you're back to what you are so good at! this was warmth and innocence at its absolute best. No words can qualify such a warm creation in verse.

Bonding between siblings show a natural warmth, but to bond for the support of a dear mom is heavenly. To get mom's love is so natural to all, yet there are many who miss it so soon. Your poem reflects the anguish almost precisely.

Allow me to salute such moms who leave to make love so strong in life for their children.

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 4:37 PM  

@Sree : Life is like that sometimes, isnt it? thank u for liking the poem

Chhaya December 8, 2009 at 4:37 PM  

@Idle - yes, losing someone makes us strong in the end. but sometimes i wonder, if its worth the pain

Calli December 8, 2009 at 6:59 PM  

Beautiful, heartfelt writing, Chhaya! For one who knows about the loss of a mother, I can very much relate to this in its entirety.

Hope to see come again and thanks for visiting and commenting at my place.

Calli xo

Brian Miller December 9, 2009 at 12:53 AM  

oh that was good..thanks for dropping by so i could find you...i feel for those little ones, life will never be the same...

Brian Miller December 9, 2009 at 12:54 AM  

oh and i am follower #50, now.

Oxymoron December 9, 2009 at 1:38 AM  

i do not have any siblings yet I felt the anguish of the elder sister ,the insecurity of the younger sister is also very well expressed.....
all in all a touching piece of poetry....

Anorak December 9, 2009 at 3:46 PM  

beautiful..poignant .... just dont have words to describe .... keep walking!!!

Tongue Trip December 9, 2009 at 11:43 PM  

extremely sorry to hear about the loss of someone you associated/related closely with. my deepest condolences.
being faint hearted, im moved beyond words reading the poem. grim, disconsolate yet consoling. to me its a poem about reassurance and special love.
ta!

Chhaya December 11, 2009 at 9:40 AM  

@Calli - i m sorry for ur loss... i know, this is one empty space in our soul that nothing can fill..

Chhaya December 11, 2009 at 9:43 AM  

@Oxymoron - thank u :)

@Anorak - thank u :)

Chhaya December 11, 2009 at 9:44 AM  

@Tongue Trip : as i said in my previous post, i dont have a beef with Death. I understand why life has to end. always. but it still hurts the same.

thank u for looking at the bright side of the poem :)

keep in touch!

Whats In A Name December 11, 2009 at 10:53 AM  

All that needs to be said about this poem has already been said by people above me!!! :-)
Let me reiterate!!!!
Touching!!!!
:)
Long long time!!!

Brosreview December 11, 2009 at 3:57 PM  

"Trusting the world’s
convenient lies"

Brilliant! I shall add that this is one of your very touching works! Well done!

Shamik Mitra December 14, 2009 at 6:07 PM  

Loved every bit of it.

btw saw ur interview on WebNeeTech .. left a comment there.

I hope u watch My Sister's Keeper. Its truly a wonderful movie.

pssst ....
Don't tell anyone i watched that movie
:P

abanerji December 15, 2009 at 11:32 PM  

anything i write here would not make any sense... these are feelings in the purest form and they should be as they are.. loved reading it...

Chhaya December 16, 2009 at 10:12 AM  

@Whatsinaname : thank u :)

@Brosreview : i am glad u liked it :), thank u

Chhaya December 16, 2009 at 10:12 AM  

@Shamik : i have watched that movie. really nice one. btw, thankx for the comment @ the interview. i have already replied to that :)

Chhaya December 16, 2009 at 10:13 AM  

@Abanerji : u always make sense to me :)

The Idiot Blogs December 16, 2009 at 6:47 PM  

I have read your last three posts Chaya and I have loved them... I look forward to coming back...

Keep writing mate...

for I am so many things.. January 3, 2010 at 2:27 AM  

I feel the loss...just found your page today. Your writing is wonderful.

I am teaching my third graders about India (as I teach myself) - any photos or good websites that you can send my way?

Chhaya January 3, 2010 at 1:15 PM  

@ for i am so many things : Thank u so much..

about a website that tells u about India,... my country is way to complex and diverse to be captured by a website.. or a couple of pictures.

i would love to tell u things you want to know about India. Feel free to ask any time :)

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