When Fate Stole She Chose To Win Poem by Varsha M

Ours was a family of five
With my father being in army
And my mother, the nightingale.

The perfect chemistry between the two
Bore we trio, under their hue of love.

Life was happy go lucky
Under the shade of blessing banyan tree
Until one fine day
My father came home
Only to be caught by the vigilant eyes of his nightingale,
His pallor that was inundate by now.

Tensed was she with this new finding
And sort solace at the mercy of the advanced God's of the land
Who declared with authority that he acquired
A disease of blood that never forms well,
At an early age of thirty six.

Only six years of married life have they spent,
With three little kids in arms to foster
And the hanging death penalty that is recently
Declared out loud
Appeared not so very fair in the hands of almighty God
Who wrote it all before hand.

Great was the storm that has struck her all of a sudden
Without prior intimation,
Jostled everything that appeared normal once upon a time.

In the hope to see her confident self alive
She left her eldest and the smallest at the in-laws grace
And middle one in the hands of aunt
Accompanied her husband to the best hospital
Hankering to revive him back.

For six months she did all that she could
To yearn her beloved back to life
But the city so big did not have room for her longing.

Alone she did all she can
Only to lay him back into her arms
Still and quiet forever and ever.

Tears stopped flowing from her eyes
Tensions encroached grey mater
And sleep swept away from her globe
For now the responsibility they promised to carry together
Solely lay on her shoulder alone.

In her childhood she was ambitious and full of dreams
Which time and circs did not let to materialize?
Not to hamper her daughter's future
She inducted her in the elite school of the city
But the churn of life was not so kind.

Her loneness was the key element of concern
She was just a nightingale
With a meager pay
And the whole lot of serves to be met.

The eliteness curbed to ordinary
To serve the three
Gosh! The creator too was hostile to her.

The elder being understanding
Accepted the demoted ordinary
But the middle just would not wind up
And accept what was laid.

She just refused to don in the gown the world wanted her to be
Instead cherished her dreams of heart and rose her voice
Until all heard her say, ‘I am meant to be big.'

Fate which thought to erase all that was meant to be good
Crumbled at her uproar to achieve what she has conceived.

This confident leap of the junior
Reignited the shattered soul of her sister
To come back and grab the elite that was her's, all the time
And strengthened the staggering steps of her little brother
To never submit to what the world wants to infuse
Breaking the tethering grip of serepidity
That had always tried to scare them all the time.

And death that broke her strength
Floored her children
To acclaim what is theirs.

The lost bounty is once again restored
Tiling her hopes that were long smashed.

The one pillar she lost years back
Now stands as three foundation stones
That holds the castle of hope
High up until the horizon is met.

Written on 1st May,2019.