O My Baby! ..Where Had You Gone? [ Prologue ] Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

-The Prologue-

Emotions-Intellect;
How many many relentless duels between these two characters!

Emotion-
It is a molten fire ever on pouncing feet!

Intellect -
Ever on slow steady measured movements!

In the blind ferocity of emotion's eruptions....education, culture,
equanimity...all would drown, demoralize, crumble and crash!

It is a fact that emotions care or leave nobody in their trail of destruction...respect none also!

Only when the emotions slowly subside...only after their boisterous rush recedes, then only one could see the imprints of the intellect.

A Mother-
A very high intellectual personality...with a research degree in a renowned foreign university..marrying an equally competent scholar as husband in the same golden land.

A misfortune strikes that Mother.
Her first conception, like a disturbed dream, meets death during gestation.

Again...
The infant, which is delivered, after as if hatching ten months of her dear dreams, after swimming against the strong currents of pain, the life that sprouted in full shape, dies within a day of its world entry.

Regaining consciousness..
At the moment of saying 'good-bye' to the departing pains..
to hear the special first shrill honey-dripping cry of the baby..
resembling ' ammaa..ammaa'...

Lo..she is not blessed for the supreme moment in a mother's life!
Imagine..what would have been the state of her mind then?
Misery overpowers the intellect and shocks her mind with quakes of sorrow and anger and deceit.

The whole worldly life turns bitter and unbearable.
Wherever she turns and in whatever she associates with...anywhere and everywhere a meaningless and unjustifiable vacuum encounter her.
crushed and crumbled underneath the pulverising feet of death are all her dreams

Even the thoughts about children too frighten her soul.
Why that injustice? for what harm?
Every thing defies reason.
Her mind refuses to accept the death of her innocent infant.

In the heavy mindset of that gloomy Mother
I sink myself for a few poignant moments
And harvest her withered crops of sadness with a poem.

What follow are those poetic tears...