Will our children’s children forgive us

When my village cradles me in her embraces warm,

And the pink and mahogany leaves

Whisper secrets sweet in my soft ears,

We dissolve in one another

And I think of how to bridge

The religious and cultural differences,

The disparity of treatment

Between white and black,

High caste and low caste

And the rich and the poor.

I think of the Latin American poets,

Pablo Neruda, Frederico Garcia,

Lrca, TS Eliot and Sylvia Plath

And the beauty of the ink

That flowed from their pens

When they wrote about peace and love.

I look at the cave drawing of a bison,

The herd of cows closely followed by the shepherd

From one meadow to another,

The cardamom plantations

In the mountains of Kerala.

Time stands still and I come

With a tryst with naked reality.

Pain untold is a remedy on its own,

Said Mirza Galib.

But today, I want to tell of the birth

Of feelings which have grown in my womb.

I feel like Hemand Sahib in the Himalayas,

Here, where the tenth Guru Gobind Singh ji

Did his meditation, diving deep in his inner self.

I think of the wars and their disasters,

Spine-chilling, heart-rending stories

Of mankind, his revolt and his defeat,

And his helplessness vis-a-vis human tragedies,

I think of the wisdom of ancient men and women

And the way they treated nature

With care and concern, love and respect,

I think of the atrocities children are undergoing,

I think of the natural calamities

And I say to myself,

‘Will our children’s children forgive us?’

pramila khadun

As true as a naked woman.


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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.

4 thoughts on “Will our children’s children forgive us

  1. amitapaul

    Tremendous in its scope , this poem reflects great depth of philosophical thought . The place where Guru Gobind Singh meditated prior to his avatar is Hemkunt Saheb in the Himalayas close to Badrinath and Kedarnath . In his autobiographical poem ‘ Bachittar Natak ‘ , he writes :
    “ Hemkunt Parbat hai jahaan
    Sapt Sring sobhat hai tahaan
    Tenh ham adhik tapasya saadhi
    Maha Kaal Kaalika Aaraadhi “

    1. pramilakhadun Post author

      This valuable comment touches my soul dear Amita.I kindly request you to translate it in English please. Thanks dear Amita.

  2. Amita Paul

    “ Hemkunt Parbat hai jahaan
    ( Where the Mountain called Hemkunt or Glacial Lake Mountain is located )
    Sapt Sring sobhat hai tahaan
    ( There the Seven Antlers ( name of a Cluster of Mountain Peaks ) display their beauty )
    Tenh ham adhik tapasya saadhi
    ( It was there that I practised extreme ascetic meditation )
    Maha Kaal Kaalika Aaraadhi “
    ( I invoked MahaKaal , the Master of Time and Death, in in himself and in his Female Kaalika form )
    ( The translation is simplistic and may be disputed by scholars but I obviously cannot go deep into analysis here , for which I hope I would be excused )
    He also says in another couplet here that this is the same place where the Five Pandavas Princes ( famous from the Mahabharata ) had once upon a time performed intense yogic meditation. ( “ Pandraaj jeh Jog kamaava “ ).


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