SıNgle Mom And BıRthday CelebratıOn Of Her Son Poem by ASIM KUMAR PAUL

She feels sad and travels in remorse sense all along,
And she thinks what October has done to her,
She has no money to celebrate her son’s birthday,
And this month his father has not sent money yet,
She moves like a broken pan of window
She feels the breeze, yet cannot breathe fully,
As if tons of gush wind clogs her nostrils,
As if blood feels the warm, and falls short of soft sheen,

What kind of feeling she has to swirl she confronts,
To her knowledge she is feeling like abandoned,
Lonely and not in tune of love in the fair reasons,
She dreams some bright days she has to receive,
And the save comes on sweet phone call from her mother,
Who says she has some money and gives it to daughter,
To celebrate birthday of grandson, as all can live proud,
She gets some better influence in the realm of love
That her mother becomes kind and courteous.

And with the money she gets, and from the money she saves
on her own in all, she can buy a good cake,
Chocolates, and some gifts, and she feels soft strength.
And then comes another phone call, her son’s father
Wants to see his son on birth day, and she has to bring his son
to his father’s house, and she decides to drive to her ex,
ignoring memory of every moment of sorrow.
She then feels to go to son’s father to give courtesy visit,
On this auspicious day, and she is proud
To be a lonely mother to provide son’s birthday aplomb,
With the resources she have with in her life,
She likes on spinning on a mood of freedom,
And she gets her teens as if she is delighted in love of
The world and the universe, the life pattern of her style,
And thus she tries to search a life of for her solidarity,
And there lies a great truth, the gallant joy comes
When we are in the source of our love and divinity.
And she had shares to all her joy with someone
She left behind and yet a testimony is there to respond to
The trumpet of her win, and motherly acclamation,
And above all she is happy that she has the scope,
To give her son a delighted present and worthy moment,
And there are some source deep sensations of love
In the foreground of love and life’s purpose of
Spiritual binding that the mother earth does dwell
In the answers, flairs, and plug-ins, those are essentials.
She dresses herself and her son in best dress,
And goes out with a fine meadow in mind
That is green, with green paddy plants before corn comes,
And today she is different from other day,
And she forgets the pain for the time when she has no
Money to greet her son’s birth day, and she wants
To leave it, and throws its feeling to the ground, and
She decides not so suffer in this antique thought,
As she thinks she is brave lady to live where man is
not worthy to deal a life, and woman can embrace rigid path.


She goes there, and finds the secrets of life, and
She finds an epitaph, a crumbled strain, and she finds,
A new woman, stated to be her ex’s new girl friend,
She is filled with anger, cries and wants to throw the girl,
She is in the mixture of pains and pleasure, it is mystery,
She asks herself what the life she has with dry petals,
All are nature’s wonder, and then what is her wonder,
Taking a rigid principle of freedom is her search,
And with this she travels so long alone and with strength,
And she falls in an odd situation, yet she decides
To take this as her funny situation, it is nor her torment,
But her peace of mind, loneliness is sometimes bliss,
She takes it as a sporting life, and she comes here for her
Son, and her purpose is to bring his son’s broadness,
Not miseries, and she holds patience, it is her sacrifice,
And she is happy that, as lonely mother, she can provide
Her son’s grand birthday party and he meets his father,
And she is happy to think that her son is feeling good
In the foliage of his father’s feeling, she is happy with it.

And thus she saves her tears.