Mother Without A Womb
Born as neither this
nor that
An entity with no identity
Ignored by parents
Shunned by society
Nevertheless grew up
There was a constant
struggle
Between the inner
self and the outer image
Society identifies
only black or white
There is no place for
grey
Peers mocked and
jeered
Public passed
derogatory remarks
Family disowned me
for my ambiguity
Hospitals, washrooms,
reservations, none identified me
The nagging question
was of what use was i
Then one day…
A tiny hand touched
me
An orphaned girl in
search of a mother
Something stirred
within me
She had touched a
chord
Which no one had
Could I be a mother?
Her imploring eyes
seemed to say
A mother has no
gender
Motherhood is not
attached to a womb
I picked up her frail
body
And said to myself
This is the role you
were born for
A womb less mother.
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