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