The Stolen Smile of a Mother

Dr,Sudhansu Dash

In the silence of the orphan blind child

The earth clasped that night

The voice echoed the earth, the sky and the ocean

Mother!

Give a little space in your virgin womb

The son of the heaven to come.

Lips trembled

Tears rolled down the cheeks

The bosom rose and fell

The mother stood erect at the heaven.

O Heaven!

Give me the word

How long shall my child climb the cross?

How long shall he bleed?

Is he to die eternally for others?

O heaven

 Feel a mother just for a moment

You may not know

An empty bosom is more painful than the labor pain.

Give me back my child

I will hold him close to my milk bowl

No more can he carry the cross

No more can he bathe the blood

No more of me he will be born

Excuse me, O Heaven

I am barren

No space for him in the womb

Hold back your words