THE PRODIGAL SON

THE PRODIGAL SON


When the loving son goes astray
And smokes down a brown sugar path;
When he gets daily needle pricks,
When he is an alcoholic;

When he always transgresses law,
When all friends have forsaken him;
When none has a kind word to say
And no one offers him succour;

When he is mostly on the road
Without an address or a phone;
Then who waits for him? Only those
For whom he is their loving son.

Every moment of day and night,
He’s ever present in their thoughts.
They see and hear him all the time.
For them, he is their loving son.

They wait for him, they pray for him,
They keep ready for his coming.
They talk of him, they dream of him.
For them, he is their loving son.

What can they do, but pray to Him
That he may still come back to them.
Even though he be prodigal,
For them, he is their loving son.



* Written in 8-8-8-8 format
*Initially written as entry 353660 (now deleted) in MY POETRY BOOK, "MY POETRY BOOK" . Posted as the present item in March 2010.


M C Gupta
14 June 2005