My Mother’s Children

I see them working everyday,
striving to clean every nook of the town.
Tidying, sanitising, working without thinking
about what in their fate awaits them;
They work to keep our surroundings
safe from “THAT” which may
lead them to grave,
But they’re brave!
I see them, my heart fills with pride
and I whisper into the void-
VANDE MATARAM!

I have never seen them come back home
since the “EVIL” broke into our town,
For days and weeks and months alike,
in double shifts and PPE kits,
they’ve struggled hard to save lives;
They’ve spent their nights comforting those who,
in this crisis, had lost their men;
They’ve spent their days in hospital wards,
not knowing if they’d ever meet their families again!
I feel their agony, my eyes tear up
and I whisper into the void-
VANDE MATARAM!

I see them every morning
as our virtual class begins,
With bright smiles, glowing eyes,
such pure beauty everyday;
Their enthusiastic voices and zeal
fills the air with so much glee…
The glee, that hides the sleepless nights
they had spent to learn
this new technology, the glee,
that hides the times when they had
no way but to work all day,
just to drive our gloom away…
I see their smiles, my mind fills with ecstasy
and I whisper into the void-
VANDE MATARAM!

I see them like shafts of strength,
standing along the town roads,
I see them fighting the merciless sun
while defending us against the “DEVILISH SOUL”;
I see their tender, golden hearts
feeding the poor, forlorn lot,
I see their emotional, motherly side
sheltering the helpless fromthe surroundings hot…
I see them, my soul fills with joy
and I whisper into the void-
VANDE MATARAM!

I see those responsible men
whose masks are more than a ‘necklace’ or ‘beard’,
Whose discipline and intellects
envision a future better made;
They, who believe in sanitising
and social distancing
and stop the “ENEMY” from further advancing…
I see them, and every ounce of me
whispers into the void-
VANDE MATARAM!

VANDE MATARAM, Hail 0 Mother!
My Mother, who’s cradled such fair children,
They’ve proved their humanity time and again;
They, who are determined to save our souls,
have assembled, World Behold!
With soft, rich hearts and arms with mighty strength,
they’ve come to our rescue,
THEY ARE MY MOTHER’S CHILDREN!

~Mondrita Chatterjee ‘Ruhaani’~

Mondrita Chatterjee, her pen name being "Ruhaani", is an 18-year-old based out of Jamshedpur. By happenstance, she discovered her knack for moulding her soul into words, thereafter, she never looked back. She is still blooming as a writer and loves writing poems and short essays. She is also learning to write short stories. Dance, Music, Literature and all kinds of creative arts are her oxygen. She is currently pursuing a Bachelor's Degree in Hindi.

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