Granted

And so you travelled in a light ray and pierced through my core finding your way from a created creator, for you knew you will be a flawless mirror of all of the feminine that I nurtured all my living moments!
You moved with the strength of an ace swimmer through fjords and abysses of waterways that reeked of life giving blood. There was something you had to achieve and fulfill.
My womb, the field of your dreams that I fed as nine moons visited. There you saw yourself blossom a star unique. I shone bright through days and nights of anticipation . You had to gather and sort a part of me you wanted for yourself and look at you now!
Radiant in your challenge having been met! Now twenty nine years .
You have given birth to me and a mother did I become!
Only you could . It was in the plan .
All I ever wanted was a girl. You granted me that.

By Geethanjali Dilip

India

मातृत्व

 अँधेरी रात में एक रौशनी सी जगमगाई..

छम छम करती एक नन्ही आवाज़ ई..

“क्या कुसूर था माँ मेरा..

जो न तूने अपनाई’

क्या कुसूर था मेरे बचपन का’

जो तूने है ठुकराई |”

सुन कर ये आवाज़ माँ चौकी,

आँखों में आंसू आयी,

शब्दों के फेरे में खुद को,

थी वो खड़ी हुई पायी|

“चुप न रह तू बोल न माँ,

क्या बेटी होना पाप है?

क्या जन्मदाता के श्रेणी में,

खुद को लाना पाप है?

क्या जिसके वेग में आकर,

तूने मुझे अपनाया नहीं,

उसे भी अपने जन्म होने पर,

शोक हुआ होगा कहीं?”

बहती आंसू की धरा को

रोक न पाई माँ युही,

अपने अंश के दूर होने का,

हुआ उसे भी शोक अभी |

“क्या तेरे जन्म पर भी माँ

मनाया गया था मातम?

क्या उनलोगों के जन्म का

साधन नहीं होगा मात्रम?

क्या मेरे दुनिया में आने से,

तेरा मान घट जायेगा?

मेरे न रहने पर तेरा मातृत्व

बदल जायेगा?

क्या तेरा अंश नहीं मैं,

क्या नहीं मैं तेरा प्यार?

क्या नहीं तेरे आँखों का

तारा हूँ मै माँ?”

आँखों के धारा को,

रोक न पायीं अब वो माँ,

जिस अंश को अलग किया था

खोकर पछता रही थी अपार |

अचानक ही आँखें खुली,

टूट गयी बिजली की जाल,

कोख को उसने छुआ तो,

मातृत्व हुई हर्षहार|

“तू भी मेरा अंश है बिटिया,

तू भी तो हैं प्यार का भार,

तू भी तो मेरे जीवन का,

हैं परिचय का आधार |

मातृत्व की इस लड़ाई,

में न होगा तेरा संघार,

तू भी खिलखिलाती आएगी,

जगमगाने मेरा संसार|”

By Vanshika ( स्नेहा )

India



Dear Daughter

Dear Daughter,

I cried when I saw you cry, holding your daughter in your arms,
I know the feeling because I was also smitten by your charms.
The tears of happiness that filled my eyes,
The same moment of joy persists even though time flies.
I smiled when I saw you hugging your daughter close to your heart,
I know the journey of motherhood, which you are about to start.
The moments of mixed feelings that filled my mind,
The same potpourri of emotions dwells in you, which you are about to find.
I laughed when I saw you talking to her in a language of your own,
I know the joy because I have seen you through the stages you have grown.
The same enthusiasm that made every day special for me,
Will fill your life and you will look forward to new things to see.
The feeling of fulfilment in motherhood that brought unending happiness in my life,
Will gradually make you feel complete one day and help you break all the chains,
The little fingers caressing your face and the sparkle in those tiny eyes will help you forget all your pains.
So, take a deep breath, and get ready to enjoy the nuances of motherhood in every way,
Here’s wishing you the first and many more to come, moments of a very Happy Mother’s Day!

-Your loving Mother who will always be by your side.

By Debolina Coomar

India



Epitome of a Womb

Like a Banyan tree that sprouts its thickets ---
My mother bears the heat to bless me the shade.
Like a rill, she flows down the cascade ---
Carrying me inside in a covert for decades.

The lowly dust trampled by feet,
She lets me sleep, run and sit.
The infinite blanket, the sky, a stretch ---
My life circles her beautiful sketch.

Like an oasis in the world of mirage,
She strictly administers all my pages.
My strength like that of the never ending space ---
She nurtures, cares and enhances my pace.

The first drop of hope, the rains of summer,
Whose arrival turns the earth calmer,
As the miraculous discovery of spectrum by Balmer,
My Mother is the breeze of sea, a calmer.

A tremendous success of creation on earth,
For all the species like me under dearth,
Mother is the daffodil that guides a bloom ---
Removing all kinds of sadness and gloom.

She scolds, she hits but she weeps behind
For being so rude, scolds again if I find.
She loves; she cares but never takes credit
Of the heights I reach because of her edit.

Mother, an embodiment of this Nature,
I mark it or not, I would end in "Nature"---
The first of all wonders in the whole Universe,
A part of God's Muse, Mother's the best verse.

My, Mother, like all others, safeguards and smothers.
She is most concerned, than many other Fathers.
I owe you my life, my being, Mother.
For bringing me to light on earth, My Mother!

By Subhajit Sanyal

India


Till the end

On the stormy winter night someone walked past the gates of Welda Timothy. There was a knock on the door and she opened it. She looked around and there was no one. Then she heard a child crying. She glanced down and saw the most beautiful child wrapped in a towel, mewling some incoherent words. But it was the smile that won her heart.

Welda always wanted a child but god had other plans for her. She named the boy as Robert, in the memory of her late husband. She raised him as her own and never let him realize that he was an orphan. She played with him, laughed with him and taught him everything.

Robert was growing up to be a fine young lad. Tall and handsome he was. Welda made sure that he had a kind heart and gentle nature. She would say, "I know that you were at my doorstep for a reason. You were my angel. And angels have a gentle heart. And they always respect." It always made him laugh to think of it the way his mother told him. But he belived her anyway.

Welda took her last breath in her angel's arms. Robert was 25 when she died. She made him promise her that he will not fall back. That he will continue to prosper and show the world what a fine young man he was. She gave him a letter and asked him not to open it at that time

"You will open it when the time will come, not before," she said as she closed her eyes.

Robert kept the promise he made to his mother. He grew up to become a successful man and found a beautiful wife. They fell in love the first time they saw each other. A year after their first date they got married. They both wanted a baby. They made efforts for it but failed. They went to the doctors and found out that Robert was sterile. It crushed both of them. His wife Amanda would weep at nights. Sometimes he could find a tear or two in his eyes too. They thought that they were lost.

When Robert was sifting through the old documents he found a letter. It was his mother's letter. The one she gave him when she died. He took it and kept it safe. Every time he tried to open it his heart would shout, "Don't! Maybe it's not the time yet." He would keep it beneath his pillow every night he slept.

And then happened what he feared the most. His wife gave up on him. Left him for someone who can give her a child. He never blamed her. He was the one who was incapable. He always chalked it up to that. But nothing could dull the pain he felt. He was alone again, just like he was when he was left at Welda's doorsteps.

His mother's thought made him think about the letter. He went to his room and opened the it. It read...

" Robert dear,
If you are reading this then I assume that you are in the most dreadful state of mind. I know that I cannot help you now. I cannot hold you in my arms as you weep. Yes, you have to weep. You cannot keep the pain inside you. It will eat you up.

As for you, I have thanked god a thousand times for what he gave me. I was content with what I had before. But when you came into my life, my life was complete. The way you smiled at me, made me realize how little I had. And you, my baby boy was going to be my precious gift.

I am so proud, for the fine man you've become. You can't imagine how happy it would have made me to see you children. But here is what I need you to do. I know that I haven't done much for you, but I do know that something I did had made a difference in your life. And that makes me happy.

There is nothing more beautiful than to see your young one to grow up in front of your eyes. I wish that I would have found another angel like you. Angels are a gift and I want you to know how it feels to have an angel as a gift. So, I want you adopt a child and make his or her life a better one. I always wanted a girl, so it would be nice of you if it were a girl. I want you to keep her, love her and protect her. Give her life a meaning. Make a difference in her life. Tell her about me. How I rubbed your nose when you were little. Help me be remembered. And I want you to love your angel 'till the end'.

Your mother
Wenda "

A single tear rolled down his eyes as folded the letter back. And it took moments before broke down.

Next day he found himself surrounded by babies in the orphanage. All crying and mewling. He was scanning though the babies lying in their cradle when he saw a girl. A little baby playing with a small toy in her hand. She was small and had a whisp of golden blonde hair. But the smile reminded him of his mother. He picked up the girl and whispered in her ear.

"Till the end."




A Story by Avinash Kumar Verma
India.

After Many Years...

Olamide Wiped A Tear As
The Nurse Brought The Baby To Her.She Carried Him,wiping Another
Tear.She Was Finally A Mother,her Husband,Jide Walked In,trying To
Bury The Emotions As He Smiled At Her,embracing Her And Their Baby.For
More Than Six Years Of Marriage,they Were Childless.Jide's Mother,had
Been The Typical In This Case Nigerian Mother In Law Because Of
'mide's Childlessness.She Wanted Jide To Marry Another Wife So She
Could See Her Grandchildren Before Death.'Mide Ran Pillar To
Post,nothing,but Now She Was A Proud Momma Of A Bouncing Baby
Boy.Jide's Mother,"mama" As She Was Fondly Called Had No Say Now Just
Like The Neighbours Who Carrie Rumours And Gossips.She Was Now A Proud
Mum And This Was The Beginning Of Another Ride,the Ride Of
Motherhood,and She Was Ready,to Get Behind The Wheel.She Didn't Care
How Long,she Was Ready,to Drive,move Forward,and Enjoy Every Single
Moment In The Ride Called MOTHERHOOD.

By Therealbisi Amori

Nigeria


ममता

 

उसके बूड़े कदमो को, राह में तूने छोर दिया,

उसके आँखों के आंसू से, युही मुहँ फेर लिया |

उसके संघर्षो को तूने, ठुकराकर बर्बाद किया, |

उस ममता की छाया से तूने, युही नाता तोड़ दिया |

तेरे सिसकी भर ले लेने से,

जिसका दिल था काँप उठता ,

तेरे आँखों के आंसू को, जिसने अमृत सा था पान किया,

तेरे पालन पोषण पर जिसने,

अपना सर्वस्व डाल दिया,

तेरे ख्वाइशो का जिसने सर्व प्रथम ध्यान किया |

तेरे कामयाबी पर जिसने,

गर्व किया, मान किया,

उस ममता की छाया से तूने, युही नाता तोड़ दिया

हर दुआ में जिसके ,

रहता था तू भरा,

हर घड़ी जिसने था तेरा ही ध्यान करा,

हर पल अपने जीवन का जिसने,

तुझे सवारते बीता दिया ,

उस ममता की छाया से तूने, युही नाता तोड़ दिया |

आज तुझे याद आती है,

उसके ममता का आँचल,

आज तेरे आंसू की हर एक,

बूँद पुकारती उसे अचल,

आज तेरे मन की व्यथा,

चाहती है उसे बगल,

जब तेरे भी अंश ने तुझको,

उसी राह पर डाल दिया,

याद कर मुर्ख जब तूने था,

उस ममता की छाया से नाता तोड़ दिया |

By Sneha Pandey