WOMAN – A SOLITARY REAPER
Behold her,
single in the field of life.
A daughter;
a sister; a wife; a mother;
A beloved;
a friend;
Reaping all
the sorrows and misfortunes alone,
at home.
Alone she
binds the family into a knot of love;
Never
grudges her tiresome efforts.
She
melancholy overflows her heart; unfelt!
Often it
showers from her eyes, unseen!
She chants
her melodies alone to her weary heart.
Her
thrilling melodies are heard by none.
Her
caresses break the silence of her home.
Her
plaintive numbers flow from her heart,
The song
about some ecstasy she had borne,
Or the song
of some misery caused to her,
Her songs
have no ending, she goes on,
Her love,
her sorrows, her joys and cares,
All linger
within the fences of her home,
Her dreams
wander from heart to soul,
From
emotions to melodies, from melodies to tears,
And lie
latent in her heart forlorn.
Her
complaints are none, she prances in glee.
Her
solitude enlivens her heart with unheard tunes,
When she utters,
fills the home with bliss,
But her
silence makes her abode lonely with despair.
I AM DEAD
When dead,
I’m beyond relationships,
Oh, my Man!
You’ll walk to my grave,
Show grief,
hug the arid walls,
Your
haunting sobs, your eyes blurred with tears.
Your words
muffled, entangled with love,
longing,
regret, brimmed with emotions,
To have
lost a part of your living life.
You’ll
strike at the soulless walls that conceal me,
With an
unfulfilled longing to caress, to kiss,
To hug, to
drown yourself in my thoughts,
But Alas!
Everything is at rest,
In a deep
slumber, never to rise again.
You’ll feel
death to its infinite pain.
You’ll
dream of hope, you’ll dream of a miracle,
You’ll
earnestly wish the past to take a rebirth,
The words,
thoughts, touches, to resurrect,
To emerge
out robustly through,
The
chillness of death and tranquility,
The
ultimate truth to acclimate into fantasy of life.
WOMAN - A MOTHER
Mother-
divine epitome of nobility and sacrifice.
Bear her
agonies, body and heart, with a smile,
That’s
always planted on her lips, reveal……
‘All’s
right, there I’m with you always’.
She
survives for her people,
Loves her
‘Man’ with an everlasting devotion,
Jubilantly
cares and tenders her kids,
With
tranquil affection that never quivers
At any
phase or conditions odd,
Time
follows her from dawn to dusk, in household chores,
She
cherishes noble ideas and virtues,
Saint-like,
teaches to love and live,
To defy the
snags that hurdle the peace of life,
Her magic
smile mirrors her blissful heart,
Her
virtues, her agonies, often reclined,
Her love
and sacrifices overlooked often.
Her people,
like carefree birds warble in the open sky,
Fantasized
blissfully in a globe of their own dreams,
Unaware of
the tempest, her heart blares with,
She
caresess, sings soothing lullabys, and
Gently pats
the aching foreheads, placed on her lap.
Her
agonies, her distress, her worries, her shattered dreams
Never
revealed to her people….
Her wailful
songs go unheard and unheeded.
An
embodiment of ‘Teresa’ and ‘Sharda Ma’,
Never shuns
her duties and morale,
Neither
expectant nor desire for a reward,
She sings
to her god to bless her people
With
cheers, to cherish them a wonderful world,
Her palms
folded in pious prayers,
She unfolds
her heart to her omnipotent,
Tears of
agony roll down her pink cheeks.
Her people
fledge up into blushing youths,
On a day
find her stooped, with hairs cotton-white
Eyes
sunken, face wrinkled yet the brightness of love glowing,
Places her
strong quivering hands to strengthen
The
weakened souls, with her broken words
She uplifts
the agonized hearts of her people
To be pious
and lovely, to be enlivened with
A human
soul, and a heart full of love and piety.
She lives a
‘Teresa’ and dies a ‘Teresa’,
An epitome
of Love, Faith, Sacrifice, Truth and Divinity.
A mother - holds
the universe in her arms.
Saroj Mahobe is a lecturer of English and pens down her feelings into poems. She is a situational writer and
her theme she chooses is mostly ‘Love and Women’. Her poems have been published
in the International Multilingual Poetry Anthologies Amravati Poetic Prism 2016, Amravati Poetic Prism 2017, Amravati Poetic Prism 2018 as well as in WWW-Women, Wit & Wisdom, an international poetry anthology of women poets, curated by Padmaja
Iyengar-Paddy.
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