My Mom's Burning Womb Poem by Arfa Iris

when i remember the turmoil of past,
i become speechless & aghast;
the day, when mom returned home at dawn,
lone, without the child just born.
i was not allowed to question her then,
as i was just about to turn ten,
too young, not enough old,
far from being frank & bold,
but questions were written clear in my eye,
and determined to get back child, from anywhere under the sky.
then my questions were answered, my soul was shaken.
all my determination was broken.
when mom declared without any emotion,
that she gave away the baby to her childless sister for adoption.
we pleaded her to bring the child back.
she said the child was leaving country with her new 'pack'
for her promise to childless sister, she went through the plight,
but with herself, she didnt find courage to fight.
with moist eyes & aching heart,
our daily routine we did start.
never guessed the pain mom went through.
day after day her agony grew.
she wounded herself & couldnt heal.
she was continuously under ordeal.
she selflessly went for the mutation,
never thought of her trepidation.
then the destiny started to twist & turn.
all our joys it started to churn,
with all our lives it played.
for many-many days we starved & strayed.
dad never left the fit of furry.
mom was always in tension & worry.
she tried hard to cover the injury,
but parting with the child made her gloomy.
by & by she was turning loony.
everything turned worst from bad.
clashes started between mom & dad.
day & night was turmoil without solace.
for months it went on, then a miracle took place.
my uncle, one of mom's kin,
like an angel, he stepped in.
he stood against the majority &
declared with authority.
that, if mom parts away with the child.
she will definitely turn mad & wild.
he made it clear in everyones ken.
by his goodness, mom got back her child then.
after feeding child just for a while,
she got back her long lost smile.
its vivid in our minds even after so many years.
when we remember, our hearts ache & eyes fill with tears.
now that i am old enough to ask my mother.
that why she didnt cared for me & my brother?
all those months why behaved so?
her eyes welled-up; she bent her head low.
& replied day & night her WOMB WAS ON FIRE.
the need for child became dire.
she said every second the womb burned.
till the moment child was returned.....