The Prayer Poem by Chaitali Bose Bhattacharjee

The little girl prayed
Everyday
Can you give me my mother back!
The love that I lost
The woe that it cost
Can you return to me my mother back!
For what sin I did,
For which I have to pay!
Being absolute you are
Deluge of kindness
Can you replay for me
those stolen lullaby tracks!
With a longing heart
and poignant urge
days passed,
so the years too.
The flowers blossomed
and she did too.
When the time was ripe.
And birds do chirped.
Sweet raptures of
untouched melody lurked.
The quest seemed over
with the suitor's debut.
The union was favourable
Wedded bliss for two.
A Miss(girl)was born
To the Man and wife.
Life couldn't get better
for all the strife.
For all these while
she picked
the flowers and thorns
and all the prudence
That life did adorn.
With a longing heart
and poignant urge
days passed,
so the years too.
The flowers withered
So she did too.

The daughter she bore
was fond of her;
Cared, nurtured and
nursed as much she could.
As she groaned in pain
Sick in bed,
years cast a price with age.
The girl whispered sweet
words of assurance
to the woman of grace
but pain abundance.
For I am there,
don't you worry.
In sickness and storm
your distress and glory.

You raised me up.
It's my turn now.
I am your mother
You'r sweet child of mine.
The role is reversed
It's time for you to slow down,
Now remain assured
and loose that frown,
So she said
And kissed goodnight.
with an anxious heart and prayers
for her health and might.

As she lay there still
She had realisation.
The mother I longed for so long
finally got her returned.
In my girl I see
the lost caregiver I yearned.
'For what good i did! '
She felt so blessed.
God smiled at her
And she smiled back
But with tears of contentment.
The gladness in expression
For the kindness indepth.
Prayers do get answered
with zeal and earnestness.
Never loose your hope,
The Lesson she
learned in keenness.

The dreary night passed,
And the morning ushered fearless.
The girl reached to wish her mother,
Eager and restless.
With her hands folded tight
She laid there motionless.
The face spoke calmness;
No suffering, no delight.
Parched tears of gratefulness
rested on her salt-stained cheeks,
But the smile stayed intact
on her pale lifeless lips.