The gender-Males

Musing in an event of mothers day, while some mothers face such predicaments in life, this is an untold story of such mother.

When skies slowly turns blue 

I will be polishing my son's shoe 

You know, it awfully rained last afternoon, 

But sun rose soon

Oh what a day?

To my man, I'll have nothing to say 

I was to dry his shirt which I just washed 

But the overwhelming droplets that recently gushed

spoilt my day

In a bad way;

 

 

He is an angry man

Who drives a maruti-van, 

Now what will I say? 

For, he might be on his way. 

His arrogance once killed my unborn kid,

And now I see the cigarette he just lit, 

Oh! He's on the door.

He will abuse me, call me a w***e! 

Because his shirt was washed and wet 

He'll now abuse, compare me with the women he just met;

 

 

Oh! What a life?

He never considered me his wife,

Now I want someone to call my own, 

Or just want to go away from home, 

I want a child to ease my fright, 

I don't know why I can’t fight for my own right.

It again rained and it was dark 

And here I was sulked to hear him bark 

I ready with my dagger opened the door,

Without a sound I killed, leaving him on the floor

 

 

Now I live in tranquility and my womb fiddles with joy 

After 9 months I gave a birth to a baby boy.

Who now wedded a woman from the East; 

And looking for love I faded in the mist, 

I am no longer a wife or a mother 

I now wish that I had a brother. 

Such is my fate

That is filled with hate, 

Unthought-of it when vermilion was tinged on my forehead; 

I sadly give up and consider them dead

A husband, a son, their gender, males! 

With their memories, my every attempt to live, fails.