MOTHER
On the day of full moon,
Black curls falling on her forehead,
Brightness of moon pales,
Fairness incomparable,
Long eyelashes border,
The blue viscous of her eyes,
Black eyeballs dance to see,
The world; her abode to experience,
Love, pain, joy, disappointment.
Fulfilment; a complete circle in essence.
Her mother is petrified,
A girl child once again,
His ultimatum hammers,
Diktat she has to follow,
To murder her Purnima,
A day old new born,
Whose eager lips,
Waiting for sustenance,
The fountain of milk,
Dimpled smile make her weak,
A prayer to the demon for mercy,
Blood oozes out from her lips,
Purple is her face,
Crippled with fear,
A turmoil so intense.
Purnima is naked,
Sleeping on a charpoi,
Freezing night,
Even the stars hide,
Bereft of tears,
Waiting for her death,
Agony of helplessness,
Disdain and in shame,
A listless existence,
Whirlpool of thoughts,
Tired, tired are the eyes,
Drifting into sleep,
Near the infant's limbs.
Chirping of birds,
Makes her jump,
Sunrays on Purnima,
Blue is her body,
Wailing with anguish,
She cuddles her tight.
Warmth she feels,
Still breathing,
Ears close to her heart,
Feeble it beats.
Blankets cover Purnima,
Defeated death to remain alive.
Inspired her mother
to gather strength,
When he descended
with a hammerer to hit,
Brutal is her kick,
Doubled up with pain,
The hammer fell,
Smashed his head into pieces,
Demon is slain,
A mother's fierceness,
For her daughter's sake.
Years passed,
A photograph smiles
Flanked by her daughters,
who write; 'Salute your bravery,
For you are our pride'.
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