Mrs. K. Bose Speaking Poem by Sankhajit Bhattacharjee

My husband left me forever for another one.
I struggled a lot to rear up our son.
To make him happy I left unturned no stone.
I showed him the first light of morn.

Between me and my son rose a wall-
on one side he remained with his wife
and on the other I stayed alone after all.
The thread of relation was cut by a sharp knife.

His wife hated me,
his daughter disliked my face.
My sacrifice he could never see,
my love he could not trace.

Except my parents all were cheat-
if rose is relationship, its thorns are separation.
Though my life was a curse, I gladly accepted it:
my mind was strong enough to bear agony's invasion!