Motherhood Reverted
He was forsaken
By his inexorable mother.
At a non age
He was still sucking her breasts.
Poor child, hapless and wretched
She abhorred him since his birth,
For she instantly conceived,
With yet another cut above son.
He experienced time and again
Hailstorm of abuse,
And the cloak-and-dagger act on him
Crossed the ceiling.
She tried a lot
To mix strychnine with his meals.
She ordered her fraudulent kith and kin to
Throw him in the waters.
On a midnight and at his sleep,
He was taken away
So far, so distant to
Put him in an isolation and evanescence.
Being into the tangled web,
He had his back to the wall.
He screamed, cried and asked for help
But it was a vain seeking.
He puissantly bent over backwards to
Understand the predicament.
With the sanguinity of getting
Tower of strength he moved forward.
Lonely but being audacious,
He walked dense forests, high hills,
Huge rivers and as many stumbling blocks,
Nonetheless he didn’t give up as a bad job.
Propitious he, as moved ahead,
Found a ne plus ultra
Where a queer woman with her open heart
Reverted to him his lost motherhood.