A Prayer For My Child Poem by Susmit Panda

In rich tears my eyes were aching bright;
I have been sobbing throughout the day -
And now the Earth is muffled in the night,
I am thinking of my child, and I thus pray:

Should I never thrive, all be vain;
Should I full weep away in deceiving hope;
Should heaven never pour me its lavish rain;
Should fickle Fervour ever come and elope;
Should I kill very Time in foraging ways;
Should I hurl rude pebbles against each shrine;
Should I pour Death, at the brink of days,
No refurbished ruby, but banks of brine;
Till strong anguish in my pulse should stay
And herbless remorse in my heart should compile -

Then, yet let me, the stronger should I pray,
Ever stand before him with a forever smile