• Published : 03 Apr, 2018
  • Comments : 0
  • Category : Poetry
  • Types : Poetry

Ours was an infant

The relationship,

Two years now.

When he was born;

The labour,

We shared together,

The brunt went to you though.

Creation you called him,

Time went by.


Born healthier than any

I knew, you agreed

Both together pledged,

Groom him to a glorious adult;

You suckled, I reared

Loved and pampered

Provided more than

We had, we could

Time went by.


Increasing demands

Worried you and me

Your breast dried

My pockets thinned;

You noticed, I pointed

Creation looked sickly

Unnoticed, unchecked, some virus

Called ‘Expectation’

Multiplying within Creation

Time went by.


Consult paediatrics?

Who else better than,

Would it be, you and me together?

Though, I alone master

You in isolation, specialist

Together, thorough confusion

Helpless parents watch

Drained, bewildered,

Time went by.


This morning,

Last hearing.

Irreversible verdict:

Creation beyond redemption.

Unwilling hearts

Signed the papers,

Lit the pyre,

Lost our creation.

Time stopped.

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Rahul Tushar

Member Since: 26 Mar, 2018

Born to a family of broadcasters, Rahul secretly desired growing up in the corridors of National School of Drama at Mandi House, Delhi. However, with ‘chakras’ in his feet and Mars his ruling planet, destiny had already charted a differen...

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