The Two Edged State - A mother in the Pandemic

Namrata Talukdar

The angry screams, alike the tornado coming in strong

They vouch for the year, the worst hour felt and seen

The dreams been crushed, irks them more

The ghastly tempest is out to rip the soul from the core

The advancing year, and with that the frowning crowd

The agenda is to beat all the calamities known.

Lo and behold! a life is breathing inside

A mother nurtures in fear, as they command the end

But the patter of tiny feet is yet to be heard

As she wails, "Oh ,Lord ,entreat you to be merciful to the unborn soul."