Mother

Swooned in pain she lies dead – her tissues torn,

Her vision blurred. By giving birth, a Mother is born.

A benumbed corpse drips blood and love. Her weary eyes

Seek tiny hands – with a Mother’s birth, a girl dies.

Now her womb is empty yet she feels whole

With newfound pith of bare creation – ‘A newborn soul’.

But she could hear no cry but a muffled voice and lights gleamed –

In silence she shrieked. All of it was nothing but a vivid dream? 

A rot was spreading between her thighs– the walls caved in;

“Wake up dear” a whisper in her ears, said “Now you are clean.”

She tasted death – a tasteless chill, soaked in colours of hell;

Her sky seemed scorched and in an endless gorge spiralling down she fell.

A life was lost – an uncalled one. She thought, covered in woe,

A decisive call was made but why on earth, she couldn’t let it go?

The dusk arrived with a blinding storm, dark became her skies,

With each daring call, agony befalls and a Mother dies.