Don’t cry Mama

Mama, when I feel your heart

Heaving next to mine, I feel my bosom swell.

For you, I am like a museum piece

In a display case, to be preserved,

To be enhanced, to be beautified.


However, why is the world so cold to me?

Mama, why are people so unconcerned, so indifferent?

I know about my muscle atrophy problem Mama,

Doctor uncle explained to me in simple words

And I know I am not going to live for long.

But why Mama, for the few years

That I will be here,

Why can’t I have friends?


What harm did I do to humanity Mama?

I never told lies, I never stole, never hurt anybody,

In word or in action and never shot anyone dead.

I love everybody Mama, I love the world.

Can’t they see it in my eyes?

Can’t they feel it in my raw emotions?

Can’t they Mama?


The winged seraphs of heaven

Are all waiting for me Mama.

The fate of my heart has been tested enough,

So has the destiny of my soul.

And when I depart Mama, don’t cry.

Sleep might evade you all night, don’t cry.

My memories will come flashing in your mind, don’t cry.

The pain of too much loving will invade your heart,

Don’t cry.

I will go and make a place for you above,

don’t cry Mama.


Pramila Khadun

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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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