The Unborn Mother
There are so many mothers with their sons and daughters,
But today I’ll sing a ballad of the unborn mothers.
Those who strive hard to be a mother
Go through treatments but no fruit they could gather.
Some face miscarriages,
Some have broken marriages.
Many chose to be single
Some didn’t get time to mingle.
Fate debarred some although they are fit and fine.
Some have other sickness which keeps them out of the line.
Some spouses have problem
Others simply deprive them.
Some didn’t find a match in life
Some lost their partners in no time.
Every month they bid adieu to their unborn child.
Yet they stay strong weeping in the back of their mind.
They laugh, they rejoice,
They’re left with no other choice.
They don’t even get time
To lament for the unborn child.
Only hope that some day
An angel will come to fill the void.
— Antara Datta, 10th May, 2020