Circumstances have never been meaner,
And souls would never have been this cleaner,
If it weren’t for the everyday catastrophes,
Against which mankind is bleeding daily merely with pocketful of hopes.
Timelines shout, “No dignity in death”,
“A hospital bed costlier than lifetime’s cumulative wealth”,
“An oxygen cylinder procured in stealth”;
As we endlessly lose lives gasping for breath.
Dejectedly, let’s take a moment,
Not to question our politicians’ intelligence quotient;
But to soak ourselves in the miseries,
Of children who’ll now never be able to cede,
Their mothers a cosy retreat,
In lieu of her lifelong yearnings, in brutal cold and taxing heat,
With not a single day qualifying as “cheat”.
And of kids who’re now left to fend for themselves on the streets,
With their mothers succumbing to this COVID beast.
Mothers, who were yet to confide in their adolescent daughters fully,
And mothers, who with swollen feet and bloated bellies,
Died despairingly, short of experiencing the journey truly.
Mothers, who were also professionals at the brink of getting retired,
Mothers, who were yet to see their children dressed up in her gifted attires.
Mothers, whose infants are still on breastfeed,
Mother; an epitome of unconditional love and saga of selfless deeds.
This mother’s day, I dedicate this ode,
To all the mothers who’ve passed on to the heavenly abodes.
“When you know your child will never feel whole instead a broken piece,
How will you ever be able to rest in peace?”
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