The Tale Of An Unbroken Mother

"Oh, dearest, my unbroken dream,

In every lifetime as a woman, I sensed your presence,

A fusion of dream and reality within me,

In those existences,

When I dreamt of a pregnant belly, I vowed to bear every life's hardship,

And in your path, only blossoms would thrive.

My beloved, I was no queen,

No queen of the Pandavas,

I won't elucidate further,

In ignorance, I condemned your destiny to torment,

Yet, there was a purity I possessed,

Was I sincere? Was I restless?

I was not naive,

When I maintained a connection with your father,

Fully aware, fully conscious,

Hoping to secure his place in my womb,

As a maiden, I yearned for your fate,

My dear,

I, the one who etched 'Karna' in your destiny.

Now, your father shies away from life's trials,

He seeks a premature remedy to free himself from you,

Through modern hospital contraptions,

And you know,

My father too desires the same,

What a sorrowful existence it is!

To stand tall in this society,

One's trunk must be compressed.

I must forcibly accept

That you are not real,

You were a dream, and you shall remain a dream,

In the end, I shall ruthlessly extinguish you within me,

By consuming my own flesh and blood.

So, uttering such words, tales of life's beauty,

They will usher me into the surgical room,

Under the influence of anesthesia,

And my mind is already prepared,

You too comprehend, your end approaches swiftly.

Tell me, my heart,

I will grant your final wish,

They might extinguish you now,

Before that,

Just once, disclose,

Did you wish to hear the story of your sinful mother?"

The end...