A Poem For Your Baby: Mum Papori Sarma Phukan’s Poem For Her Son

Mum Papori Sarma Phukan created these beautiful lines describing those final moments as she was waiting for her new-born to arrive….


paporiThe white pale walls around me

I was waiting for him to come

The pricks and pins of needle on me

I was waiting for him to come

The smell of the washroom

emanates into the room

I was waiting for him to come

The ceiling above glares at me

with mindless worries on his brow

I was waiting for him to come

The door opened just for a

while

For a face to say I’m still on

trail

I was waiting for him to come

The rainbow outside beckons me

I was waiting for him to come

Outside the door people were

rejoicing

The victory of good over evil

The victory of Durga over the

devil

I was waiting for him to come

Four long days protracted

wait

I was waiting for him to come

Incense burning, drums beating

somewhere in a temple

Cymbals clanging rhythmically

Pushing me into an unknown

rhythm

The pale walls spasmodically

passes by

In a moment I’m revived with

perpetual brightness

Sweat on my brows

Pain on my back

Twisting and turning

I try to relax

My wait has finally ended

I picked him up in my arms

Humming an unknown song

My pain has eventually taken

shape

My son was born……..

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