nobody’s child

behind him was the long dark shadow
his father’s lust, mother’s innocence
one disappeared after satiation
the other gave him this so called existence.

No cradle, no lullaby no sweetness
two strong arms sheltered his mother
they were too strong to hold her
but too weak to save the other.

he stands alone neglected
his back turned on light
his own shadow covers his future
as he faces away from light.

have you met him somewhere?
the nobody’s child?
did not his pain pierced your soul?
his tiny shadow started to haunt your mind?

Sharmishtha basu
19 .1.11