Mother, Baby And The Starvation Poem by Aftab Alam

Like a burst,
Full throated cries of baby
All heard lad or lady,
Baby was beating the breast
For the milk, the elixir best
Mother was cursing the fate
And Crying on her empty breast

Mother patted, hugged and kissed
But feeding she missed
(Heavenly creature into the hell)
To save life, she wept in a cell
Cursing the fate
Quietly at the corner she sat
Watched the thatched roof
With the easeful hope
Dreaming for the cope.
(As if something will drop from the heaven)
Whispered into the void
With disappointment and dope
She was as firm as the mountain
She was showering like a fountain,
Said in consolation;
“Be quiet sweet heart
Soon there will be crimson red
In to the dark sky
After killing the darkness
Here, there he will rise
At our surprise; be wise
Be quiet sweet heart”

Baby whispered
“Mother will he offer tummy full food? ”
Nodded Mother, Yeah.
But she was weeping..
(Dews from heaven
She was keeping)
Baby slept on the lap
Putting his head on the breast
When sun rose,
Mother lost the baby forever..