O My Baby, Where Had You Gone? [ Epilogue ]
[ Epilogue ]
The verse is lenghty...
As such is sorrow;
A mother's loss of her infant is immeasurable, inconsolable.
It may seem to recede but may explode in sudden spurts;
It may have no cogency of thought;
May rise and crash like huge waves.
The sadness has multiechoes and multi-reverberations in nooks and
corners of her mind.
It multiplies both in her loneliness and in the midst of company.
Time is the only physician that can cure an afflicted person over a period of time.
Finally-
The thoughts for this narration belong to a mother;
This is based on a real experience;
I am only responsible for its poetic costume.
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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