Mother

Manas Shome Writes

The woman sings a lullaby for her child in the lap. She is a mother.

She scolds the kid while it stones a dog. She is a mother.

She plays with the kid while running a fever. She is a mother.

She covers the blood of her daughter’s first period. She is a mother.

She thrashes her son while he teases the girl next door. She is a mother.

She hands him over to the police as the girl cries for help. She is a mother.

She gives herself to the soldiers as they grab her daughter. She is a mother.

She kills the man who did not still listen. She is a mother.

And the hen dares the butcher’s blade as his hands reaches its chicks. She is a mother.

The tigress growls as her cubs fall into the hunter’s rope. She is a mother.

The duck pecks the…

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