Until the right time, I had let you go
Manoj Pukhrambam *
I have trodden holding your tiny hands.
On many Roads, in many Lands.
Sometimes, I see few Fathers in the street
with their Daughters in their arms, indeed.
When I see them, there is a pain deep inside.
In vain, my arms stretch for you very wide.
I had prayed to God to send you down here.
Now I ask God Is it to keep you and me afar?
The clothes that you had worn,
The things that you had played
All the cute things that you had asked,
And said -
I cherish them every day and every night.
When I see them, there is a pain deep inside.
Now the words you speak arent yours, I know.
Until the right time, I had let you go.
I seek no argument with her,
for I know my child would suffer.
The day when her sins comes to a standstill,
I shall take you, my little one, to Koubru Hill.
* Poem written by Manoj Pukhrambam for e-pao.net
The Poet can be contacted at manoj(DOT)pukhrambam(AT)gmail(DOT)com
This poem was webcasted on 11 March 2020.
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