World Poetry Celebrates 13, year old Swarit Srivastava!

 

Ariadne’s Notes:  The World Poetry Cafe radio show and the website is honoured to welcome  Swarit Srivastavawith his deep, strong poem that he wrote for his mother for Mother’s Day. It was read on May 28 on the World Poetry Cafe radio show.  We have special permission to post his photo and poem from his mother and Swarit Srivastava.

Link: http://www.coopradio.org/content/world-poetry-caf%C3%A9-9

Recently several young poets that had come on the show years before and are now young adults have contacted me about coming back again. One such young adult will be joining us on June 11 to be aired on the 18th. Here is her link from the site: https://worldpoetry.ca/?p=7979

Bio 

Swarit Srivastava (USA). He wrote this poem for me on Mother’s Day. He’s a seventh-grader and his favorite past time is playing chess. He’s also received many awards for his poetry such as the first place in the reflections contest and the top ten in the Creative Communications contest. 

 

Timeless Love

Once upon a time

New eyes gazed on the world

Shining with the  promise of life

And the fear of change

Roaring emotions became a tidal wave

Rising and consuming all other thought

Days had gone by until reality stuck like a stone-

And shaking hands found each other as they faced life yet to come

A fire had started

Burning bright with determination

 And strong with excitement

Yet time flowed like a river

Threatening to extinguish everything

Yet it breathed

Night fell but the mind remained  awake

Playing out the dreams of a new world and the nightmare of a broken heart

And change marched on with the rise of the sun

And the emptiness of the stomach

Life changed as care intensified

And doubt grew like a weed

It took root in the mind

And refused to leave

So this grand unknown was researched

With a desperate mind trying to find solace in the fact

And then it happened

The first sign of a new life that was soon to come

A hit that changed it all

Doubt remained, yes

But the shears of hope had cut all but the deepest wounds

Passing months felt like years

As a tough yet beautiful time continued

The mind craved distractions that were fulfilled in heartbeats

All while the fire of courage burned along the flow of time

And the day of longing arrived

A time which led to a familiar place

Yet an unfamiliar one at the same time

Pain followed

A horrible pain that lasted for hours

Until the time came

As the task which most will never perform occurred

And the eyes of a newborn looked into its mother’s with the same promise of life

And the fear of change

That she had once felt

All doubt washed away

And a timeless love was born.

-Swarit Srivastava

  • Bio and permission for the photo and poem from his mother Rachana and Swarit Srivastava.

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