An Angel Of Love

 

 

  An Angel Of Love

 

The pain continued profusely for hours,

her abdomen spelled in  fancy acrobatic powers

drops of anxiety on her bothered brow to test…

OH! Woman, when shall thy share of agony rest?

 

Thoughts in wrinkles, body out of shape

fitless and hanging in every possible drape.

The mounting turmoil chooses to fang

The craving, the hormones, the guilt pang!

 

“How and why did I give in

To the moment, the temptation, that conceived a sin??

WASN’T my love , once a FAIRY TALE?

The vow, the promise, so soon, set sail!”

 

The syringe pinched sour as the dreams appeared to haunt,

the bloated belly with a reason to flaunt.

“SHAME! SHAME!”…the cries resonated with fear

The near turned distant, with enough wear and tear.

 

Lapped in the cushion of the mother’s care

Hopeless, hurtful and thoughtfully bare.

“What name do I reasonably give you ???

I ask myself with pity…Can I ever, never undo?”

 

“My father battled, my mother settled for less

Both echoed in silence- May God Bless!”

“WHO?- I whisper in candid silence,

My soul and spirit engage in violence…..”

 

“HUSH UP! There’s many a way to find

NOT always can you happen to be kind.

Space out the memories! Evade the PAST

Never even bother until you last!”

 

So saying, the unveiled mother, intended to bid ADIEU!

To the baby born just now, in, (private view).

“SHE’s NOT YOURS, SHE’s NOT TRUE”

Grumbled and ranted, the family crew…

 

“I struggled, I paused, I seized the LIVING baby,

My heart racing, remarkably heavy.

“ She’s very mine, she is every bit of me.

What’s wrong- Why can’t you all see?”

 

“NAH! NAH!”…the disgust exploded around

“WE cannot accept her…we are not bound.

Think, judge and then take a call

With her in you , we all surely fall.”

 

“I am her mother and cannot let go

My soul is within her, and the seeds that I sow

I shall not abandon her, nor wrap her in polythene

I AM HER MOTHER…. Not a set of unworthy kith and kin.”

 

“Then leave at once as you fail to see

There’s no bed in my house, no milk, sugar and tea.

Your love has enslaved you for long

Go…seek yourself as you have suited the wrong…..”

 

THE arms tilted, the tears dried

The legs did not fail, but the bosom gently sighed

“ I WILL NEVER let go of you, my child,…”

So pledging, she braved into the wild.

 

Her path was laden with thorns of her choice

Alone, Aloof, to the solitary call of her voice.

“I AM BRAVE ENOUGH…to not leave you at someone’s door,

I AM BRAVE ENOUGH…to not strand you to the shore,

I AM BRAVE ENOUGH…to not hide your face,

I AM BRAVE ENOUGH…to wage a war against my race…

Your eyes, your smile, your dimples belong to me

YES, I am your unwed mother, who chose to be free.

Come along…let’s script an interesting story

Of how a mother surpassed, and an ANGEL survived with glory…….”

 

By Shrabanti Ray

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