Impregnated - 03 Poem by Subhas Chandra Chakra

The urge to deliver
The drive within-
To mother a baby
makes you forget all-
all those moments,
those painful moments-
of tearing yourself apart,
to pave the way
for the newborn,
a part and parcel
of your being.

Those pains of bleeding
Almost half
your fluids of life,
become negligible, although
the after effects
may be unbearable.

But who can stop
a mother from
this innate urge to deliver
the replica of her own,
the most delicate image,
the mirror image of her next Gen?


Such was the case with me
this time
as I was
Impregnated by the
ecstatic touch of a stranger
from the alien world,
alien...
till it touched me
and inseminated
with an urge to deliver
a baby of my dreams.
A poem was going
to be born of me.