By Aparna Bandyopadhyay
Contributory Author for Spark Igniting Minds
As she goes to earn her living,
She had her morning chores all done,
Food in vessels cook did she,
For her slumbering family when she's gone!
All have woken, dispersed to go,
To school and work further more.
She's back home as the sun has set,
Back again to her grinding chore!
She finds her daughter weeping scared,
And her family shocked, gazing blank.
The family huddles in shame and fear,
Of fate like death, in despair sank!
She wails and screams, on the street,
Calling out the Devil's name.
All quiet in the neighborhood;
For the powerful, it's just a game!
And then she drags her defiled child,
To the guard's blind doors,
They fail to offer her solace,
When protector as offender roars!
Hark the kind souls, they stepped in
To drag the culprits to the court.
Two and ten years have passed,
She has a few in her support!
Justice is but delayed still,
Not been blinded after all,
The mother and daughter fighting on,
The hammer came down, culprits fall!
A lot of friends, no longer friends.
Watched with doubt the dirty duel,
A Mother's love is fiercest still,
Her selfless fight is the greatest fuel!
All that pent up anger, was the wick,
To light a verdict to punish,
A few good men walking along,
Cheered with a mother, for a fight to finish!
(Featured Image by Gordon Johnson from Pixabay)
About the Author
Aparna has been a physics teacher in various Air Force Stations and Private schools in civilian areas, whenever stationed at a place. She has written articles and poems in Air Force magazines and regional publications.
She is now focusing on methods to make the environment green and safe. Her motto is to keep learning from young and old alike, there being no end date to learning.