Motherhood

  

          Motherhood

It's the same old tale of Bhangasvana, the king

whose name and fame even today folks sing

Irritated the Lord Indra, so mean

Transformed the king into a woman.

Those were the days the chief had to be a man

Also lost his role as husband, being a woman

Had to flee to forest in a bid

To lead a life abandoning his many a kid.

In the wild she found an ascetic

Wedded to him in cryptic

With him another set of children she gave birth

Her life turned out to be full of mirth.

The demonic Indra couldn't digest

Her blessed life, somehow he could divest

Caused the two set of progenies to fight

They killed each other with sheer might.

Once the carnage complete, Indra felt remorse

Revive one set of children, he did endorse

Bhangsvanaa opted the one he not fathered
But as a woman, for which he was bothered.

On grounds that love for offspring of a female

Is far superior to that of a male

Happily she lived thereafter in the forest,

Celebrating motherhood in earnest. 

                       

Reviews

[Lisasview]

Hello there,
Quite like a story..your poem..
Enjoyed the read..
I will look for more from you.
Lis in Spain

[prema]

Thanks for reading the poem. Glad to know that you liked it.

[Lisasview]

You are welcome

[Lisasview]

Back to you again and looking for the poem you said reminded you of my poem Mothers Letter... I can not find the poem??
Lisa. now in Spain