Its a cruel world..
9 months ago I found out I had you inside me..
Although no one could see it
I was thrilled as I could ever be..
I was going to be a mother..a mother…
“Congratulations! Its a boy!”
The midwife held out little You for me to see
Oh! You were so beautiful!
How could I have created something so divine..?!
I held you close to me
You were my whole world now..
Nothing could separate you from me..
Your Daddy was never there to see You grow
Oh! How I toiled day and night
Just to earn a morsel for You to eat
Just to see that glow on Your face
Just to see You light up in joy
My hunger my pain…meant not a thing to me
All I wished for was right there..growing in front of me
I know I could never give You enough
But I really did try my best
To give you all that I had never had
I could not afford school
But You did learn how to read and write
I thank my mistress for that
And providing shelter for me and You
Remember our little adventures my little Son..?
The rickshaw trips around the chawl
Walking mistress’ dogs in the park
The soap fights while washing clothes
Begging old Abdul Chacha for a ride
On his mini ferris wheel..?
Oh! How quickly time passed by..
You bring home a wife..a beautiful wife
And suddenly I find myself all alone
My mistress says I’m too old to work
So here I am, home with the newly wed
Your beautiful wife keeps shooting me glances..
I do not think she likes me..
Years pass by and You too are blessed
With a son as divine as You had been
But what is this..!
Why won’t your beautiful wife let me hold Your little one..?
Why does she shout so rudely at me?
My Son..! Oh please let me hold the little one..
Son…….?
You told me to wait here
Not to move until you came back..
I have been standing here day and night
Waiting for you to take me home
Did I do something wrong..?
No..I haven’t moved an inch..just as you told me to..
Why won’t you return for me my Dear Son..?
The rain is pouring heavily…
Yet…I fear running for shelter
For that would break my promise to You…
I kept my promise my Dear Son…
Please return to me and take me home…
The cold rain is lashing at me…
Bringing me down…down to the cold wet ground…
Where are you…my Dear Son…..
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