A Confession

Being bitten by the poetic bug is one thing..... but losing a notebook where you have penned your thoughts and feelings(by accidentally burning it as trash) is truly heartbreaking! Then what do you do? Having a poetic mind, that also was a trigger for another poem. Here it is....


They came first, in my dreams
Shyly peeping, from here and there
An army of them, so much in disorder
I watched them, fascinated!
Dancing merrily around me, they were so free
Affection, unknown so far, filled my heart.
Eyes though closed, my vision was clear
I scooped them up and filled my womb
A mmother to be, with pregnant thoughts
I kept it secret, sharing didnt appeal
The labour pains, my mind tore apart
I had them last, neatly laid on white
They all mine, I felt so proud
Yet so scared, to show a crowd
My dream broke, in the dawn of reality
They were still there, in all their gaiety
A lonely mother, with my precious ones
Wary of the piercing eyes
A cage I found, of hard bound leather
Had them imprisoned, at no other choice
But those dirty eyes, emanating fire
My loved ones, were caught unaware
Did they scream? I know not
A pile of ash was all there left
Shall I sprinkle over snow clad peaks
Or put them to rest, on the lap of Ganges
A grave I dug, and buried them last
My heart still bleeds, the wound so fresh!!