Being too imaginative and insane, I visualise that I'm pregnant and have no food, going to a locality I'm praying for some food and the 'kind-hearted, generous, sane people' have offered me a pineapple and while I'm eating, they have started raping me (No no, I'm not discriminating among male or female. 'They' means 'the people', 'the human', there's no gender, no caste, no religion) .
I'm getting terrified. They are laughing brutally. My picture of humanity is changing into Hell.
I, a bleeding, devastating, betrayed, helpless Mother, is trying to run, running aimlessly.
I start mourning, yelling in pain. But I don't try to attack anyone. Because I see another pregnant woman is there laughing among them, and others are maybe someone's father or mother.
Anyway then my first priority is to save my baby's life. I can hear a cry within myself, "Momma, it is hurting, it feels like I'm burning. It's so painful, Momma."
Oh, I can't move anymore. I can't even see properly. All are getting blurred. Lava is flowing within my body, it is burning, I'm almost covered with blood. It's horrible.
God , where are you? Please at least save my little one.
I'm feeling like my whole body is getting shattered into pieces.
"Oh, look honey, there's a river." "It may heal us. It may heal us for sometime before my eyes get closed eternally."
I feel my time has come. I'm going slowly down to the river.
Oh, it is so peaceful!
So cold, so soothing!
"Baby? Why are you silent? Is it healing to you too? Baby?"
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"Well, honey, stay there, I'm coming, I'm c-o-m-i- ..."
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