Sankhajit Bhattacharjee Poem 222

Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee

An Irreparable Loss

After eight years they became parents-

they were blessed with a baby boy.

Amidst a vast empty desert

they discovered an oasis of joy.

When the boy was three,

he was playing with his cousin brother-

the latter showed a match stick to him,

out of fear he fell into a bucket containing hot water.

He was hospitalized, suffered from pneumonia,

his parents thought he was sleeping, he passed away.

Since then they worshipped with their left hands.

The horror of dreadful night curbed the light of day.

Time passed, years passed, they grew old,

nobody could make up the loss.

Still they cry, they sob, they weep,

without any support the world they will cross.

Comments

Devika Primić from Dubrovnik, Croatia on May 29, 2021:

A loss is sad and in your and explained in your words. Taken away from you can make you feel helpless.

VIDYA D SAGAR on May 28, 2021:

A very heart rending and sad story Sankhajit. It is a sorrow which even time cannot heal. Maybe faith could.

Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on May 28, 2021:

I wish this may not happen to anyone. This was a sad story. I wish no parents suffer such loss. Amen!

Blessings

John Hansen from Gondwana Land on May 28, 2021:

Such a sad story of loss and grieving in this poem.