Of Love Lost

A helpless babe in the cradle, wailing,

Me you nurtured with love and showed I can

On my own feet stand the, whole world hailing.

Spurned I your love and outside to, play ran.


An ignorant child no right nor wrong knew,

Me you loved and, taught me wisdom of lore

of earth, of ether both age old and new.

Spurned I your love, seeking gaiety more.


A broken man wounded, fresh from defeat,

Me your love healed and ushered a new zest

To stand, to fight, to face the battle heat.

Spurned I your love in my, for success quest.


To love and to, lose was, always your fate;

Mine is; to lose, and to, love wee too late.

Writer's Note: My first attempt at Sonnet dedicated to my mother. I have tried to follow the rules of the regular Shakespearean sonnet. (Rhyme scheme abab cdcd efef gg with 10 syllables every line and alternating short and long stresses). Though I have managed to maintain the rhyme scheme and 10 syllables in every line, could not bring the alternating short and long stresses. Guess that is too much for someone writing the third third poem of his life. Hopefully one day I can.

Usually it is good to leave the reader to intrepret the poem her own way. But Then as a new writer on the block who understands the low attention span of his audience I feel it necessary to add a note. One generally tends to take mother for granted. The first quatrain tells how mother dotes over her baby, but as a baby, one is more interested to run out and play the moment one can walk leaving a disappointed mother. The second quatrain shows how as a teenager, the mother teaches you a lot of things and gives you the value system and educates you about the ways of the world. But you are more interested in movies, malls, video games, friends , girl firends, parties and all kinds of entertainment. Again you leave behind a disappointed mother. The third quatrain shows as a grown professional, every time you face a disappointment, mother is one who is there to give you solace and encouragement. But you are more bothered about career and work and have no time for old mother. Finally the concluding couplet brings out how only when she leaves you, you realize her true value and repent for all the love you did not give her over the years.  

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34 comments:

Red Handed said...

Beautifully crafted. Emotions captured beautifully!! loved it.

Wish i could write like you.
Do comment on mine.

Raksha Bhat said...

Nice one,like the flow of words:)

Someone is Special said...

very beautiful.. nice sonnet.. here is mine, to have loved and lost

Someone is Special

Bhupesh Balakrishnan said...

Beautiful one...

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Red handed, Raksha Bhat and SIS. Shall read your posts. And thanks to you too, my friend, Bhupesh. (You of course know the feeling behind my poem)

Jingle Poetry said...

good luck...

very elegant one.

welcome sharing your poetry with us,
first time participants can share 1 to 3 old poems or poems unrelated to our theme.

Happy Monday.

The Fool said...

Thanks for your commenst, Jingle. I have posted my poems at Jingle poetry. Hope to be a regular there.

Nanka said...

Very poignant, a reminder of how time passes by!!
Beautiful reminiscences and a lovely tribute to a mother from a son in a well expressed sonnet!!

The Fool said...

Thanks for you comment that clearly reflects you have really appreciated my efforts, Nanka. I am glad.

Jingle said...

emotional and elegant imagery..

welcome and have fun.
A++

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot for your comments, Jingle. Look forward to actively participate in the forum.

pri said...

a lovely ode to the most important woman in everyone's life :)

The Fool said...

Thanks, pri.

vhjamdar said...

deep thought and was carried very elegantly.
Though I was much helped by the note, for proper interpretation.

The Fool said...

Thanks vjhamdar.

BlogJunta said...

You say its ur first attempt but this sonnet says something else - well written

The Fool said...

Glad you felt so, editor @Blogjunta. Thanks for conducting the contest. I wrote 5 more poems ever since.

Geeta Singh said...

beautiful poem wow:)

The Fool said...

Thanks geeta.

BlogJunta said...

You say its ur first attempt but this sonnet says something else - well written

Red Handed said...

Beautifully crafted. Emotions captured beautifully!! loved it.

Wish i could write like you.
Do comment on mine.

Leo said...

I like the progression of your piece, Karthik.. And like Nanka mentions earlier, it is a reminder of time.. I've been busy with my career too, but I've not ignored my mother. I hope not to come to that phase ever!

Thank you for redirecting me here, albeit so late that I realized it.

DS said...

The ending brings a lump to my throat. Why does most mother's suffer this fate?

The Fool said...

DS- I had a lump in my throat when I wrote it.

Gayathri said...

After reading this poem I was like, 'Mommy I love you!' Very touchy... this can be dedicated to all mothers...!! :) You are a pro TF..!! :)

The Fool said...

Thanks, Gayathri.

wordsofswati said...

Heart melting poetry....very beautifully conceived...very well done... :)

The Fool said...

Thanks a lot, Swati. It was actually my real feeling.

domesticgoddess-nextdoor said...

very nicely put....beautiful

Stuti Dhyani said...

"To love and to, lose was, always your fate;
Mine is; to lose, and to, love wee too late. ". Very thoughtful, they give the poem its soul.

Stuti Dhyani said...

"To love and to, lose was, always your fate;
Mine is; to lose, and to, love wee too late. ". Very thoughtful, they give the poem its soul.

Pankti Mehta said...

Mothers can definitely make poets out of us!

indu chhibber said...

I missed it Karthik.It is so poignant.Mother or child-we all wish we could go back and rectify some of our mistakes.

Cart Hick said...

Indeed, Indu. I wrote this a month or so after losing my mother.

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