Lost without a heir

I suffer poisonous taunts

For a belly gone barren.

……..

Praying, begging for a gift

Of life, a child

To light my funeral pyre.

……….

I accept now

That I am not the chosen one.

Having other duties to fulfill.

*************

*************

My child, my life

All that I ever wanted –

My only reason to live.

………

I watch my children

Gurgle, gaze and stare

At me in glee.

………

My child is a big boy now

He leads his life, I mine.

Would I have been better without?

***********

Two women,

Sharing a common strand

Of want, hurt, need –  of barren reflections gone haywire!

26 responses »

  1. Jingle says:

    very beautiful.

  2. Kumaendra Mallick says:

    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.

  3. vimala madon says:

    this is also a confirmation of the cycle of life, of having and having to let go, of seeing someone else take your place…

  4. ladynimue says:

    Touches a chord .. even if I am not a mother , I can imagine the feelings from what we hear around us ..

  5. BG says:

    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.

  6. A.Hari says:

    Wonderful & thought provoking one Shail. Thanks.

  7. Eva Bell says:

    I’m happy that writespace motivates you to write such beautiful poetry.

  8. budhaaah says:

    Ahh I so feel like the first woman Shail..wanting one more child and time flying flying away…

  9. 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

  10. Shernaz says:

    Good poem, Shail

  11. vimalaramu says:

    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.

  12. This is incredible

  13. piquant says:

    “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.

  14. Beyniaz says:

    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?

  15. Jyoti Mishra says:

    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.’

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