Sometimes I think
and mostly do not,
Sometimes it
bothers or may be not,
When the question,
That inevitable
one,
Sooner or later,
it arrives,
From the moment I am
promoted as a wife.
My wedding make
up is still not gone,
The woman in me
yet to be turned on,
Only yesterday I
had my first night,
And today both
sides expect a news delight!
Let me know him,
feel him, want him
O! Love him
right;
Then for few
others,
This skips for a
year, two, three or five,
One sunny day,
rainy day or wintry night,
“What was she
doing all this while?”
Comes up a
statement surprise;
“Or maybe she is
barren”
A taunt so harsh
might arise;
I think hard, I
think wise,
What was I doing
all this while?
I married, I
loved, I worked and I stuffed,
I aspired, struggled
and really tired,
I saved; I spent,
no holiday yet,
I shifted; I
drifted, lost and found,
My irritation,
pain, frustration aloud,
So many worries
and I thrive,
How could I carry
in me a ‘life’?
When, How, Where
and Why?
Somehow I didn't do it, anyway,
No reason, no
fuss, no fear,
I will give
nothing for excuse,
Because I do not
refuse,
Yes, I do not,
I do desire,
Of growing fat
without bother,
Of eating
whatever I gather,
Of getting
pampered, rather,
Of motherhood,
that would never wither,
But I will not
have it for another,
For no force, no
pressure, no mockery,
would my womb
give in to so easily,
When she is
ready,
She would whisper
to me,
With my partner
in hand,
I would home you
my baby.
( Motherhood needs to be a decision of the couple involved and not a forced rule of the family (both sides) , by large. This poem is just another viewpoint on that. )
© Copyright Salvwi Prasad (POETICbug)
