Mother

That young beggar on Bagbazar Platform

That mad woman 

with rags on her body

with massses of unkempt hair.

who laughs

who cries 

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.

Rain falling

Thunders clapping

winds howling 

and she screams with an unknown pain,

Her screams pierced the universe.

Then all of a sudden

All became still

Silent.

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

Intoxicated.