Birth Of A Changed Morning - Poem by bakuli bhakali
There's a woman in me.
Pregnant of some poignant thoughts.
Each day they grow stronger..
Into some malignant ideas
Becoming difficult to carry
And hard to hide
Still the mother in me carries them along
To wherever she goes....
People waiting outside
Looks at her
And her growing belly
They suspect, question, laugh and gossip
They blame and charge her
For being mother of some bastard children
They spit and throw stones
They want her to abort
When she rejects
They abandon her and her family
They want her to be burnt alive
And shines with motherly love
Because she knows
The child in her
Will grow in a full moon night
And she will give birth to a changed morning
And to a blooming bud.
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