A Concealed Mind

Petrified deep down, tears rolled down her cheeks,

She resisted, forgetting, for him she was way too weak.

He forced himself upon her, though she seemed reluctant,

However strange it might sound, she just couldn't.

The process of giving birth scared her to the core,

She withdrew from his grip, it hurt his hauteur.

"You are sick, every woman does it", her husband had said,

"You don’t want to be a mother? Your life is futile", her in-laws had exclaimed.

They threw her out, she was as good as barren,

She couldn’t give them an heir; it was thought to be a bad omen.

Deep in her heart, she did want to be a mother,

It was just the process of childbirth that scared her.

Confused, she thought she was sick,

Unaware of the fact that she was merely tokophobic!

Out in the streets, she was walking down the lane,

When she saw a baby lying beside the drain.

She took it in her arms, kissed its forehead, covered it with her wrapper,

Only God had seen it through -how she longed to be a mother!