Scientific Research Fellow in University of Wisconsin, Milwaukee
I lost one daughter when she was three.
I made up my mind, I was the mother of one
as I could see both within one. I tried to forget.
But my life seemed to be unruly and undone.
It was impossible. But I got the lost one that day.
I had the proof but another one's husband was claiming her.
I disclosed everything but where was his wife?
The lost one's husband consoled, she died in an accident while driving car.
My destiny was like one-eyed goon.
One never allowed me to get warmth of two daughters together.
I was born to cry. I was born to suffer. I was born to forget.
But I could see the dead one within the lost one. Both were near.
When I hold the lost one, I felt the essence of motherhood.
I understood the atmosphere. But I could not see another's face.
Both were born together but one died early.
I was operated once but felt the pain twice. I lost my place.
I boldly accepted the truth like a sportsman.
I boldly faced the reality like a soldier.
I boldly lived my life like a successful man.
I boldly saved my life from the professional hunter.
When I touched one, I took the smell of two.
God was bit merciful as I had not lost both of them.
When one left, another was there. The pain was remedied a bit.
I prayed to God, not to extinguish my last hope, to stop playing dirty game.
© 2022 Sankhajit Bhattacharjee