I'm A Mother Without Uterus

Mother, the word that soothes every heart,

The soul that feeds all our emotions,

And the only human who understands,

That love is a blessing, welcomed with open hands!

And what comes to your mind when you hear ‘Mumma’,

Or may be ‘Maa’, ‘Ammi’ or ‘Amma’?

It’s the charming persona of your mother,

Which is yes off course only a female and no other!

But I shall put aside all this,

And tell you a slightly awkward narrative,

Of a mother like me,

Who could never feed milk to her baby!

I’m a mother without uterus,

Whose daughter is not her own blood,

B’cuz I being the third gender,

Wasn’t blessed enough to find a wedding date on the calendar!

In this heterosexual society,

Where stereotypes have ruled several centuries,

To be a transgender is no less than a curse,

And then adopting a child could become worse!

But since the day I brought her home,

She wasn’t more than 10 months old,

Yet, the way her tiny fingers played with my sari,

I knew what it was to be a ‘Naari’!

Growing up in my arms,

And making me run after her for food,

My cute little angel makes me feel at cloud nine,

When she notoriously calls me ‘Amma’ with an adorable sign!

And it had been now that I realise,

For gender is a mere notion tied to motherhood,

As despite of being a male, female or a transgender,

A mother’s love would still remain beyond thoughts and plans!