Auction

    Financially Fragile Parents Decide To Sale 

Their Incoming Baby 

For Three Lakhs 

Atleast.

News Report, Ananda Bazar Patrika, dtd. 9^th July’2011

The first word I’m supposed to utter

With a sense and meaning underlying

In this vast universe of uncertain menaces

Is you…Mother.

‘Tis you, on whom, I’m supposed to transfer

The unconditional faith of my infant heart.

Mother, I know none, but you…

None yet I recognize, but you…

Yet the thread is to be separated,

That remain uncut, undamaged yet

And stream the necessities between you and me.

Mother, I’m yet to inhale the first air of my own

And cry out loud.

Mother, I’m yet to see you,

Your face…

Your touch…

And all the affection is still to be felt.

Mother, it’s you who brought me to this world

Of colours and smell,

And it’s you who sales me out to the highest bidder.

See, there they come, and there they gather

A gang of bidders with pockets full of money,

To bid for a baby, yet to be born.

They come and gather round your womb,

The place I considered the safest,

They touch and feel the inside me…

And decide how much to spare.

I can clearly hear the sound of hammer strokes

Emphasizing my fate,

Listen, there it bangs…

One…Two…and Three…!!!

Congratulations, Mother!

Well, all is over for me now,

I am sold to the devil bidding most…!!