The Mother Beggar

Seeking for alms she came knocking at the door.

She had a kind of charm emitting from her core.

A bowl full of rice and potatoes was what she wanted.

Cooked food she had never ever demanded.

She was a bit different from all other paupers

A sense of good pride always prevailed in her.

She moved from door to door, somewhat neatly dressed

The 6 yards cloth piece she always decked.

Neat and tidy giving a pleasant look

Revealing a story which could create a book.

She carried the poise of a married lady.

With sindoor in her hair partition, standing with sturdy.

With a heart full of unsaid emotion.

She wore many multicolored bangles found on her expedition

Slippers she wore were of two unmatched set

Anklet she wore was one in silver and the other of thread.

Ladies amazed did observe her

In low murmurs, they discussed her.

What could be her story!

Was she pushed out from her husband’s storey!

What could be the case only she could reveal it.

But she was found to be dumb so how could she say it.

She became a regular visitor every day.

Slowly she was known by all about her stay.

She had shifted to this town only to beg.

Life had the vision of a neg.

Time rolled on and she became accustomed to the town.

She happily moved on, over the lanes until the sun was down.

Begging for alms.

A bowl full of rice and potatoes was what she wanted.

Cooked food she had never ever demanded.

Then one day it was, that, she was not seen

People around thought she may have been

to some other town, to some other city, to live a different life.

Who knew what she was facing in her life?

Then one day it was heard that she was groaning in pain.

Lying on the street she was rolling in pain.

Her bulging stomach covered under her saree

Told altogether a very different story.

She was pregnant, and, how was she?

People discussed the mystery but the pain no one could see.

Had she committed her love to someone

Or was she raped? Everybody hummed.

The beggar could not answer any as she was dumb.

Then came a man, as heard, I could say

He took the human role and sent her to the hospital bay.

There she gave birth to loving twins

Daughters were they, with predestined wings.

The man devoid of fatherhood took one

Thanked God for the pleasure that life had spun.

The other was left for the mother as her guiding light.

Unaware of the ‘twin’ fact she loved her only daughter with all her might.

A change led her life and the daughter was her ray.

The duo grew up together being very very gay.

Slowly the daughter became an adult.

With her understanding of the world, she battled life’s tumult

And finally, somehow, she made life settled.

Somewhere she made a house with thatched roof, twigs and nettle

Where she made a little hearth and boiled a kettle.

She sold hot tea and finally arranged life’s golden petal.

The petals of her ‘LIFE’.

A bowl full of rice and potatoes was what she never wanted.

Cooked food she had never ever demanded.