It was the month of May,
The scent of sun-burnt laburnum was heavy
As the shadows of the day stretched on
I found my light….
I felt her, I saw her, wonder of wonders,
O' a beautiful “life”– the best in the world
attached to every part of my body was on me!
It seemed the end of a lovely dream.
A dusky little frame
With soft black hair, little fingers and toes
Highlighted her crimson smile;
I held the baby to my breast-
A thought dawdled in my head,
I have seen the battles of fairness;
Carefully, I shut the window,
without the slightest noise.
For a while, darkness cluttered my mind.
I can’t remember how long had it been.
But, something filled my mind with strength that night.
Strangely, the soul turned humble like never before….
I drew her close, kissed her
And whispered,’ you’re fairer than the fair,
You’re not a color, nor black or white
Just part of my rainbow…
Far, far too pretty than anything in the world.’
Beauty isn’t skin deep….and definitely,
Not an issue of non-acceptance!
My husband stood with me with awe
and decided to call the new comer, Tinna.
***A dark heart lurking beneath the layers of over-bleached, peeling white skin sounds ridiculous to me. A fair skin is a prerequisite in all domains of Indian society – even in a cultural potpourri like Bollywood where they rely on airbrushing and graphic software to go many shades lighter and further endorse the lightning culture. Though, much has been written about this, when will it all end is the question.!
Written for Susan's : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2017/05/poets-united-midweek-motif-childbirth.html