A Poem by Archita Sengupta

My Mother Miriam

 

My Mother Miriam is crying!

I am yet just a fetus,

but I know, I know -

this is just the beginning of her

timeless turquoise river of tears!

 

Ima Miriam,

my innocent young mother -

Just bloomed to happiness

of unique feeling of

Immaculate Conception!

First taste of motherhood,

now shadowed by her fear!

 

In a crowd of cruelty -

her eyes are searching,

for a silent promise  -

Yosef, the bravest color of love!

My worldly father -

lifelong uncommon grace

spread over her sky

and mine too!

 

I know!

He is going to stand tall,

holding the sweaty, trembling,

unblemished hands

of my young mother Miriam -

to never let go!

 

I can feel!

The cloud of mysterious darkness

gathering over the horizon

Any moment -

the angry mallet of unjust

will come down upon us!

 

Yet, I am here! I exist!

The Fetus of Immaculate Conception!

 

Miriam and Yosef -

Together -  a valiant promise! 

Will break all barriers of terror,

spreading their wings

beyond unknown -

to protect me!

 

I am yet a fetus, but I know!

Together they will conquer

all dreadful dreams and reality!

They will break down

a multitude of doors and windows

of the house of darkness!

 

I have nothing to fear!

I sleep in content - a peaceful sleep

In my young mother’s loving womb!

 

Then,

The time will come!

my amazing young mother Miriam

will find the eternal moment of bliss -

to give birth to me, Yesua -

A part of her existence and beyond!

An Aeonic Seed of Peace and Love -

to plant in the deepest marrow of humanity!

 

On that magnificent immense night -

The North Star

will rise to paint the sky,

lighting up the foggy winter veil,

showing ways to confounded travelers,

deflecting on the cheeks

of a happy young mother!

Her infinite love

will overflow from her eyes,

trickling down and

touching my blessed forehead!

 

Alas,

It SHALL be an unprepared earth!

And the innocence will pay the price!

The air will be filled with

smell of blood and piercing cry

of thousand infants and mothers!

 

And …..

Before I fall asleep in that momentary bliss -

In my mother’s safe and warm arms,

I will whisper to her -

 

Ima, oh my sweet Ima,

let’s enjoy our transient happiness tonight!

As You and I -

we are destined for Greater Sorrow!

 

One day, my innocent Ima -

You and I are to buy back

the sufferings of the innocence

From east, west, north and south,

beyond these meadows and hills,

mountains and forests

that we have crossed so far,

beyond the horizon of the sky

that we can see now!

 

My blood and your tears -

together will pay the price

for Peace on Earth!

I shall wear the Crown of Thorn,

And my blood will be

wailing down Your eyes!

 

Oh my sweet naive Ima -

you don’t know yet!

You don’t know yet!

In return of your Immaculate Love,

I can only offer you

my Excruciating Pain!

 

All I can say now, is -

Our Mother and Son bond

will be forever across time!

Your lifelong sorrow,

will be the greatest pride

for you to wear for all eternity -

as The Mother Miriam!

The Mother of Yesua!