Wail of a lady waiting a long time to become a mother
( I have added few lines to the post of my friend Manikandan Seetharaman . With eyes full of tears I felt that to be born as a lady , sometimes is cursed .)
After my marriage and before my honey moon ,
My mother told me in secret , being him or her within a year,
I only smiled as we both wanted to enjoy the life of togatherness,
Times passed , we did celebrate our second anniversary ,
And slowly in the corner of my mind , there was a speck of sorrow,
That he or she has still not heralded their arrival,
Both our parents were becoming worried about your not coming .
But they told with each other , after all she is young ,let her enjoy,
Another two years passed and we both went to a great doctor ,
Who examined all that was needed told us with confidence,
That everything with all right with both of us and we returned with cheer.
Some more years ran with the speed of a jet plane
When those three days are slightly postponed
I would ebb with joy that you only have come,
I would loosen the petticoat thinking that it would pain you,
And often I used to catch my petticoat thinking it may slip,
I would wear only cotton saris thinking , others may cause more heat to you,
Love making was s a pleasant meditation making your body and mind become one,
But instead of enjoying that pleasant feeling I would be thinking within myself,
Whether you would have formed already to make me happy.
My belly button reminds me of my mother ,
It also reminds me that , still I have not become a mother,
AS of now my belly becomes full only by food,
But I am waiting for a time when it becomes full with you.
Come , come my darling , I do not want to carry food within me anymore ,
I want to carry you , Please tell me where you are and when you are going to come,
If any one tells “Oh mother “, I am reminded only of you,
When I am nearing forty my mind and heart are beating fast ,
I am feeling angry with my mother that she carried me,
Who am not able to carry you at this time
I am happy that I did not give my mother the pain that you are giving me,
Are you not my child, Please do not give me pain of your absence to me ,
Even if a little blood only is left to make my heart beat,
I would make an egg out of that blood and would be waiting for you ,
My darling where are you , please do come.