My sweet home

Md Rezaul Karim By Md Rezaul Karim, 1st Apr 2012 | Follow this author | RSS Feed
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This poem is about a home, who would live which home nobody knows. With many hopes and aspiration and dreams are seeded in a home.

Old home

She’s from the remote northwestern countryside-
To see the only son in Dhaka-
Along live there son and wife and their son-
She supposed to be there too with them-
In the first place, normally it does.
In a society-
Where children are closely taken care of
By parents- a good bondage grow-
And old age is the time to repay,
An obligation– socially and religiously as well.
Grandma Ayesha visitng her son and daughter in law-
She was alone in the village home-
Where she belongs.
She reached the city somehow-
But not quite home then.

Once she raised the boy with utmost care and love
After her husband died;
He was all in all that she had- mother and son – live along-
Although the big house they made to live for good-
he also gone to the world of no return.
The only hope now, the rest of the life- she thought-
Would spend with
duather in law and the kid.

There must be a room in this big home-
To sleep the night for the rest of her sixty yeas senorita.
Now she lost her way home,
She lost the address and
Note pad that bears the address.
Like a child,
Indeed old is the age of child,
She began to weep-
Crying like a lost child-

When the address somehow
Managed from an old scrap card
That hid in her bag’s corner-
Alas! The voice over the phone on the other side replied-
She had no room to live there-
Became stranger to her own home-
Became a member of old home.


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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
I am a teacher engaged with the Southern University Bangladesh. I Like to use my spare time by writing and reading. I take it as a fun and source of inspiration in pursuing knowledge.

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author avatar Sivaramakrishnan A
1st Apr 2012 (#)

Sad plight of the old now-a-days even in some Asian societies where multi-tiered generations lived under one roof. Now family means husband, wife and children! Thoughtful take, Karim - siva

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
2nd Apr 2012 (#)

You are right siva ji. Once good brothers sometimes change with time!

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author avatar Buzz
1st Apr 2012 (#)

Thanks for this wholesome poem, dear Md. As they say, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home!

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
2nd Apr 2012 (#)

Sweet home, then you are happy,
When home lose its sweetness-
No matter what else you have-
become unhappy.

Thanks Buzz for your remarks.

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author avatar Ivyevelyn, R.S.A.
1st Apr 2012 (#)

Thank you Rezaul. Your thoughts turn into words and your words come flying over to me.

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
2nd Apr 2012 (#)

My pleasure Ivy if you feel good. Thanks again.

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author avatar Delicia Powers
5th Apr 2012 (#)

powerful memories and poem...

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author avatar Md Rezaul Karim
6th Apr 2012 (#)

Thank you for reading and your time.

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