Dr. R JANARDANA RAO
Can there ever be a path
Laid by mere tender tears
Instead of the hard granite
To reach you out, dear?
Can a soft loving breath
Lead me to your new abode
Instead of these fuming carts
To see you how you live on?
Can a silent deep cry
Of the heart make you hear
The agony of this parent to fathom
The depths of your new being there?
Can it be true, as often said
Man is immortal, immutable
Why then this father barred seeing
You, the lost young man’s new life?
Can any thing split the veil asunder
Pierce the oblivion, bring to light
The renewed life of a lost torch
To console but a bereaved parent?
(Note: Dr. Rao lost a 30 year old son two years ago suffering long with a crippling disease, ‘Muscular Dystrophy’)