To Become And To Lose

By Anuja Gohil

Being alone was eating her alive God sent a child to be by her side. To be a mother, did she feel alive? Before should fathom the feeling,

The abortion brought it all to a standstill; Flesh and blood severed from her;

In less than a day's time!

With closed eyes, I see her There she stands before me,

I can see the vivid bandhani dots of her dress Feel the warmth of her presence,

Her affection, hugs and cuddles;

She was and will always be a part of my body, mind and soul.

Being a mother and losing one,

Both break the heart, one of the things; only mothers and daughters can feel, the divine’s mighty kill,

"Ma", I lit my first diya for you, I cut my first mango,

I don't just feel, I know you're with me now and always!

By Anuja Gohil