Soumita Sarkar

Is she my mother?

I am alone, a star fallen

kicked from the God’s abode

with pity called an orphan

call of dreams are my hoard.

I too want to gather

the buds and fruits

from the orchard

called school.

I too want to learn

the lessons fair and true

from the glossy pages

of a sacred book.

I too want to be alive

under a roof

with walls of love and life

in a family

I too want rise

with strong wings of will

to assert myself

to get a rank

in the society.

I was born to a mother

who did not much bother

she left me to my fate

that played a brute till date

a part, she must have cut

that pains, longs and hurts.