The Restless Soul of a Mother

The Restless Soul of a Mother. 

It was the monsoonal dawn

Sheathed with bleary clouds and perdurable rain, 

The restless soul of an expecting mother

Was trying to placate her demented vein. 

Darker than the darkest night, 

The pernicious day ambushed her desirous fate, 

She yearned devoutedly to hear 

The first cry of new born, but it was late. 

Time exposed her child to be discrete 

And milestones she was disoriented, 

Her restless soul was groping to usher her infant's kingdom

And embrace all, it uncouthly manifested. 

She laid her cautious ears to capture

That supreme utterance, 'Mamma', from her babe, 

And one momentary eye-contact with her imp

Was like a wonder, she craved. 

Slowly, her fortified brain learnt to concede

That she was to wade her child's domain, 

An unremitting journey through many a rugged terrain

Can ever mitigate the anxiety of a mother's soul in pain?