Is She My Mother? Poem by Soumita Sarkar

I am alone, a star fallen
kicked from the God’s abode
with pity called an orphan
call of dreams are my hoard.

I too want to gather
the buds and fruits
from the orchard
called school.

I too want to learn
the lessons fair and true
from the glossy pages
of a sacred book.

I too want to be alive
under a roof
with walls of love and life
in a family.

I too want to rise
with strong wings of will
to assert myself
to get a rank
in the society.

I was born to a mother
who did not much bother
she left me to my fate
that played a brute till date
a part, she must have slashed
that pains and hurts in a flash.