MY CHILD
Dr. B. Parvathi
I beat him on his back
I beat him on him cheeks
I beat him on his head
And all over his body
He cried. Yet he was adamant
and he cried.
There were defiant and
helpless tears in his eyes.
“You lie mother. You never
come to see me
In school. My teacher beats
me”.
Adamant and helpless
I cannot control this
agonizing anger.
All alone by myself his tears
Draw tears from my eyes and
A loathing for the beastly
brutal anger rages.
What has he done, the poor
child!
His tender cheeks flushed red
Eyes filled with tears small
hands
And legs protesting against
violence!
His mind is a magic slate
Which erases all unpleasant,
was happily.
“Mummy”, he cries cheerfully
in the evening
“Darling”, I take him to my
heart.
Between mom and evening is a
horrible gap.
It is so easy to hurt the tender and the weak.