THE WORDS OF MY SILENCE [poems]

ON HIS WAY HOME

There was a cute little boy who walks to his school,
He was so innocent and his smile was so pure.
He used to walk holding his mother's hand so tight,
Believing that she'll protect him from every bad sight.

On his way home, he sees,
Abandoned children with no home to be,
Old people starving on roads,
Poor houses without proper doors.

They didn't have anyone to Hold when they fall,
His brittle Heart couldn't bear them all.
Whenever he decides to help and takes a turn,
His mother holds him even tight and doesn't let him run.

Whenever he says, "Mother they are starving to death."
She seriously replies, "Don't bother and don't turn your head."
And then she murmurs, "Oh, this dirty roads,
I must quickly get into my hygienic house."

One day the boy saw a man trying hard to walk,
When he wants to help that man to cross,
His mother didn't let his hand go.
But the boy said it's his time to go.

For the first time, the boy left the hands of his mother,
Just to help an unknown brother.
For the first time, he went against his mother's wish,
But as a human, it's his chance that he can't miss.

And when she saw her son's little hands could help,
She felt so ashamed of what she did.
The boy seemed satisfied and his eyes were shining with Pride,
At that very moment THE HAPPY TEARS she cried.

-Laxmi Bhargavi Golla-