In the dim lit crib she lay all naked,
with her eyes closed to the stinking
air.
She could feel the colourful dancing
lights
and hear the loud music, chatter,
clapping and arguments outside,
but she laid still, like a corpse,
unshaken!
Many a men have come and gone
and she gave what they asked for!
In all their eyes she saw the same
and longed for something she never
knew!
She wished to run away one day from
the filth
but the hunger in her stomach said
otherwise!
Her days of wander and disease stopped
right at the brothel’s door!
She could feel a tear run down her
cheek
as the bargain went on next door!
She wanted to curse the world at the
top of her voice
but the air barely left her throat!
Amidst the creaking cot and falling
sweat beads,
she felt nothing except pain and
anger!
As she looked at the wrinkled notes
thrown onto her face
she could feel the anguish bubble
underneath!
The garden of her love never blossomed
and the cuckoo of her heart never
sang!
No one wrote poems about her
and neither did they hear her
melancholy!
As the man walked away, she cried-
the goddess on the wall smirked at
her!
She could hear the whispers begin
and see the shadows chasing her
But she laid still, like a corpse,
unshaken!
In a dark cavern the mother stood
chained on her legs and cuffed on her
hands;
In the dark she sobbed in silence but
her plight went un-noticed for long!
Years ago she rejoiced as her first
born arrived
and the merry grew as many followed!
She loved them all and watched over
as the grew in size and number.
Amongst them he was the youngest
the one she nourished the most!
Rarely did he leave his mother as
the others began on their paths!
Years rolled on as he grew selfish
greed replaced love and fraternity!
But rarely did the mother scold him
for he was her favourite child!
He kept the siblings away from her
and sucked the blood out of their
mother!
Slowly he reached the zenith of his
powers
and began to forget his mother and
family!
He stood on the mother’s breast
strangling her to near death and
proclaimed to the world that he was
their
new sovereign and they were his
subjects.
In her fright she tried to flee but,
could never out-run the son.
He locked her up in a cavern where
no one could hear her groan!
Under her belly a fire was growing and
in the dark no one could see it.
Ignorance had blinded the son and
in his darkness he didn’t see it
flaming!
One day the wrath would come for him
and from the zenith he would fall
into his mother’s womb once again
To get a birth in ages to come!