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Lonesomeness
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English Poetry |
Feathers grown
The birds have flown away,
Feet strengthened,
The cubs have departed to distant climes.
Longing for the pillar-like support of children,
And the joyful company of grand children,
Cut off from all my kith and kin,
My dreams of happiness
And my sorrowful complaints,
I’ve swallowed them deep within my heart.
All that remains now,
At the eventide of my life,
Is my hunger for true love,
And a thirst for a kindly call.
My tired feet keep searching,
Only for a peaceful shelter,
My weakened vision keeps seeking,
The one and only
Blissful shore of contentment.
Kusum
HI
The content is heart wrenching , everyone faces a time like the one described . The ’empty nest ‘ syndrome .
I am not happy with the title though, just’ lonesome ‘would do .
sarala.
@SARALA KURUP JAGAN,
Thanks for your empathy for senior citizens’ plight in current times especially.
I prefer the title ‘Lonesomeness’ because the stretch out of the word gives a deeper significance to the feeling of depression among lonesome seniors. The word also has a musical ring about it.
Kusum
Beautiful poem of real situation elucidation for pondering often
Liked immensely. Hearty commends for the poem.
There is no easy solution except feeling of contentment
to be obtained living in virtual reality, a bit of humor &
with Godsend vivid imaginations…
for physical nearness is out of date in present condition…
@Vishvnand,
This is the reality of today with joint families breaking up into nuclear families and children going away to distant places for careers and jobs.
Thanks for your empathy.
Kusum
Kusum,
very well expressed feeling of being alone..it’s bitter-sweet nature at times.
“My dreams of happiness
And my sorrowful complaints,
I’ve swallowed them deep within my heart.”
……………….
My weakened vision keeps seeking,
The one and only
Blissful shore of contentment.”
“Void”
https://www.p4poetry.com/2009/06/03/void-2/