Lost without a heir
I suffer poisonous taunts
For a belly gone barren.
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Praying, begging for a gift
Of life, a child
To light my funeral pyre.
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I accept now
That I am not the chosen one.
Having other duties to fulfill.
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My child, my life
All that I ever wanted –
My only reason to live.
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I watch my children
Gurgle, gaze and stare
At me in glee.
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My child is a big boy now
He leads his life, I mine.
Would I have been better without?
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Two women,
Sharing a common strand
Of want, hurt, need – of barren reflections gone haywire!
very beautiful.
Lovely ones, Shaili. Read them late, since we are now in Houston with our younger son. Shall visit our elder son in Rhode Island.We shall be back in Hyd on Jan 02,2012.
this is also a confirmation of the cycle of life, of having and having to let go, of seeing someone else take your place…
Touches a chord .. even if I am not a mother , I can imagine the feelings from what we hear around us ..
It is very rude to label a woman as barren. A woman’s life need not be colorful and happy only when she has children. There are any happy women in the world who have no children.
Wonderful & thought provoking one Shail. Thanks.
I’m happy that writespace motivates you to write such beautiful poetry.
Dear Eva,
If only there were more Write Spaces…
Thanks Eva for the appreciation.
Ahh I so feel like the first woman Shail..wanting one more child and time flying flying away…
Dear Budhaaah,
I am glad you could identify with the poem somewhere. God’s grace. Our destiny. What more can I say.
Nice of you to drop by.
Beautiful. 🙂
Dear Geeta,
Glad you liked the poem so. 🙂
Shail, it’s kind of like the grass being greener on the other side of the fence. I know women who won’t be happy until their curly HAIR is made straight, much less this depth of thought about destiny. Well done! Amy
Dear Amy,
So nice of you to drop by. Yes, definitely grass is green on the other side.
Nice you liked the poem.
Good poem, Shail
Dear Shernaz,
Thanks. Glad you liked the poem.
A powerful poem,Shail.
Dear Vimala,
Thanks. I tried to conjure up the images of two women who though different in their fertility bounty somehow, still manage to suffer together. Therein lies their common emotion.
This is incredible
Hi Mindlovemisery,
Thanks. How are you doing? Glad you liked the poem. Women, desire and suffering – all go together. Don’t they?
“Barren Reflections” are complex and foreboding. Its more traumatic and painful than a punch. ..and leaves no traces of outside scars. “Who retreats at the end of the day in tears?” ….Woman is thy name…I believe! Reality bites! Felt a lump in my throat as I read it…proof enough that its a FANTASTIC portrayal.
Dear Piquant,
Glad you liked the poem and understood it for it stands. Both women suffer. Both are united in their suffering with or without.
Lovely poem, Shail.
Dear Beyni,
Thanks. Nice you liked the poem. Composed it while on my way to school to pick up Vinod.
Write Space for me is not just a get together of minds and hearts wanting to share but also a necessity for me to write every fortnight come what may..If the founder and editor did not bother to write then how can one prod the others? What do you say?
That was so poignant but well written.
Loved it Shail..
u did a great job
Dear Jyoti,
Thanks. Good you liked the poem. It was meant to be that way wherein women suffer either way – whether they are barren or not. But, for each one ‘the grass is greener on the either side.’