Soumita Sarkar Ray

(Kolkata)

Your call....


Oh life!
Why are you away, so far?
The stream of light is hidden
It is hidden beneath the deep layers
Those layers are buried inside my skin
My inside is rotting and punctured
A punctured cyst was burnt and taken out
And came out with it the mother in me
Life that one can feel and breath
Life that moves around a world
That world of mine is not responsive
Even to the dose of tincture and technique
Oh life!
To possess you and shape you
Corners of faith shook and searched
All beliefs were made straight
Stones and religions touched me
So that the darkness in path is cleared
The path that is blocked now
Has blocked our joy from meeting us
Time … only time can show us hope
The night of hope shall end soon
To make way for the bright dawn
When a voice shall slowly creep and crawl
It shall turn and swim in my fluid
And give me a call one day
I shall alone hear that one sound
For that sound will be ‘Mother’.

Submitted: Sunday, December 29, 2013
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  • Savita Tyagi (1/8/2014 8:34:00 AM)

    Being a mother is a blessing that some time comes with lot of pain and wait. Your words express it all that women go through in carrying nature's work. (Report) Reply

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