Tale of a Barren Land…

The thought is shuddering; the grief is infinite…

When people walk past, mocking at my plight.

Little do they realize that I am waiting too...?

Like any other ‘Woman’, to comprehend;

This wonderful notion of experiencing,

A little flower blossom on this barren land!

Seasons have come; seasons have gone,

Sometimes autumn, sometimes spring,

Amidst the greenery, flowers bloom!

A little thought, I so cherish…

When I see, cows graze with swollen bellies!!

This horrendous saga;

makes me rigid, for words …

But, I find my eyes going moist,

at the sight of innocent lads;

standing alongside lanes,

without someone of their own…or perhaps even a ‘Home’

Years have gone by, waiting to realize …

The dream of cuddling, a little bundle of joy;

Someone, I could call, my very own boy!

Oh dear, can I wait any longer, to witness

A little flower blossom on this barren land…???

Yours truly,