Monday, July 30, 2012
That young beggar on Bagbazar Platform
That mad woman
with rags on her body
with massses of unkempt hair.
who screams at people going nowhere,
who lives on charities
on abuses and stones thrown
at her by children,
is going to be a " Mother".
The lame father smiles.
On one rainy evening
fellow nomadic beggar women
sat around her with comforting hands.
and she screams with an unknown pain,
Her screams pierced the universe.
Then all of a sudden
All became still
A wailing came ...
The universe laughed ,
The assembly laughed
The baby arrived, half realizing
the mother held the baby close
Milk oozed into the fumbling mouth,
tears rolled down mothers cheek,
the world stared at the divine mother,
The proud lame father
threw the crutch over and danced