Sixth February Poem by Sujoy Bhattacharya

I was born on sixth February.
Why I was born? I don't know!
Millions of babies took birth on that very day
Somewhere on the earth.
Some of them were cradled on cosy affluence,
On the lap of opulence.
Some of them were on the thorn of indigence.
I illuminated the murky corners of my parents hut.
The twinkling stars sent me a welcome kiss with their glow.
The moon smiled a mischievous smile!
The wind touched my supple body carefully.
A sparrow whistled a baleful hymn.
My mom couldn't see my face ebullient with throbbing life.
She was a blind woman - by birth.
My proud father described my tender limbs to her with the vocal
brush of skilled artist.
My eyes were shining like a ruby.
My nose - a spacious valley.
My tiny lips were wasting on my mom's ambrosia.
My complexion was of raw, tender turmeric.
But my sightless mom couldn't decipher what
My dad was delineating in words.
The divine touch of her motherhood wore me a robe
to protect me from all possible calamities.
I was a precious boon to her - an invaluable treasure!
A miscreant snake kissed her that night on her eyes.
She slept on the lap of eternal sleep.
My birthday was sealed as her last day on the earth.
How could I ever celebrate my birthday?
I celebrate my mom's death anniversary with shower of tears! .
Deluge of mourning washes away my birth day in the dark of oblivion!