Updated: Feb 11
By Shrabanti Ray
Contributing Author for Spark Igniting Minds
The pain continued profusely for hours,
her abdomen spelled in fancy acrobatic power 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 fit less 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”
I 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!”
About Shrabanti Ray
Shrabanti Ray is a teacher, trainer, facilitator,
mentor, poet, crafter, and writer forever.
She loves to create euphonious music and seeks solace in nature. She loves to write blogs, quotes, and poems.
Her work is deeply acknowledged in the writing fraternity.