Sunday, July 22, 2012

THE FINAL JOURNEY

As I alone bleed in this mighty rain
City's clamor is banging my brain
I wish to sleep peacefully today
As intoxicating is the wine of death
But with me, my fetus would be struggling for the last breath

For him, under the scorching sun, on burning road I tread
Looked up in every bin, in search of a bread
Some leftovers of night party on the roadsides, I thought to grab
A motorcycle ran over me, hesitatingly as I stepped

My soul cried with immense pain
Crowd gathered and blocked the lane
Some of them shouted catch the insane
Talks of sympathy echoed in the streets,
Where dwells the thought of loss and gain

People nodded their heads claiming no hope
"Pregnant?"- Some women came to probe
Said nothing but their faces grew grim
Evident were tears in their eyes brim
Women confirmed my pregnancy
Call of the hour was "emergency"

Discussions were on air
Few people gave me a stare
Because in past they have seen me bare
"Harlot" in their eyes was my recognition, so mere
Every night I used to be their pleasure
They looted my obscure treasure

At that time I had no option
Orphan was I born, initially, begging was my lone profession
As I grew in the lone world, difficult circumstances paved my way to prostitution

Like a puppet with me did they play
I fell into their hands as a prey
Gradually faded my glow as on time mortals have no say
Older I was growing and becoming their source of dismay
So one morning they threw me away

Since then wanderer became I
"New life was blossoming in me "-my heart gave a cry
"Womanhood and motherhood" these thoughts made feel guilt and shy

Each new day grew within me a mother
Feeding a new one was a great bother
Daily ate whatever i could gather
Incompleteness within and tattered attire
(Incompleteness of lost dignity)
Sold youth and crushed dignity were the thoughts that ignited within a fire

TODAY

Guilt and hunger have become prickly as pin
Perforated my soul which was enveloped with sin
Rain will wash away my self's corruption
(As impure blood has flown out)
Soul will depart free tearing the envelope of profanation
In the lap of death I lie with immense determination
With me my child will find his brief life's culmination
As death cradles me, I am assured of a peaceful conclusion