The Street Woman

Dr. Sudhansu Dash

Breathing the solemn air

The thirsty eye not at her command

Under the dark clouds of slumber

Resting on her deemed eyes.

The mighty mother unveiled

The awful face of the unwanted child,

Stretching forth his little arms

With the foaming flood of its smiling lips

Neither sinful nor virtuous of any kind.

The troubled air of the earth

The deep sorrows in the abyss

The mother traces the characters of the hell

The severe re-echo of the fright

The war of love falling meaningless in the desert

No more can measure its length and breadth With horror

The tyrant throbbing breast

Living with all the expired future.

No more she weeps nor does she sleep

Just passing by the unwanted moments

In the most neglected manner.

The terrible harmony between her Being and Non-Being

She seeks for another grief

But not seeking another relief

In all her falling tears of unshared sorrows.

Can a father see his child

Groaning in an infant fear

To sit near him to wipe the entire tear?

None can unlook the sigh

None can weep a tear

For the maker is not near.