Holy Mother-I

And for the last time, he saw his mother

The most beautiful mother

In this universe.

End of the golden era that was.

For each day he counted before

It was the end. He did not know

The course of time would ruin the life

At the very touch of the brutal hands

On his holy mother.

Helpless he was, not a brave heart

To see his mother crying in unspoken pain.

More the pain more the hunger.

The holy mother, smeared with blood

Less with blood, more with shame

For him,

Less for him, more for herself

For giving birth to him.

Wept she, that lingered.

Reverberated at every corner

But the deaf he was. Also the dumb.

Tears of the holy mother changed to blood

More fiercer than the sun, it became

For the Cyclone to come…

 

And he was finding himself at every stance

For himself,

For his Holy Mother.

 

Bibhuti Bhusan Rath

Author's Note

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