The forsaken

Her remains never remained
Fire engulfed trust and truth
Ashes smelled fishy
Did you hear her scream Mother?
Which heaven do you live in?
What is your address?
Who converted the flower to a stone?

Why is she so helpless?
She is not accepted at her own door,
Why has she to embrace embarrassment
Do you remember her?

How could you forget your part?
Your touch had enlivened her
Your lullaby put her to sleep
Your chest’s nectar delivered life into her
Was your plan so faulty
Or you as helpless as she is?

The night never ends
It’s getting dark and darker
To breathe not enough air,
The sky mocks at the candle light march
Humanity walking the path of disbelief and despair.

The thrill of celebration was over at once
Grief wrote her story,
The vultures tickled her innocence
Shamed and named was she
Shattered and scattered was her territory.

Far away, yet where she rests
Countless shadows like her
Ready to strike
Their very pertinent question
Can you answer
What are the terms and conditions of justice,
At your court are you able to deliver ?

© Rashmi Mohapatra