The Pain Of A Little Flower Bud Poem by Ujjal Mandal

How long, O mother? not yet fully developed
A little bud asked from her mother's womb.
Mother is still and silent.
O mother, I have tasted swallowed food,
Water through your esophagus.
I have breathed in through
Your trachea. So I can dream
Of what the world is like.
Yet mother is fully silent. O mother,
My dream the mild wind will sway me.
My dream butterflies will play on me.
My dream is that a gentle
Drop of rain will kiss me.
And for how long, I can't wait anymore,
O mother!
I want to unfold my soft body.
Mother's chest is tearing off
But she is still and silent
Like the night of somber winter.
Why has mother been so silent so long?
Mother knows that the tranquil
Wind will never shake
The tender heart of her child;
Mother knows that the soft drops
Of rain will never
Shower her baby; mother knows
Her child's dream paradise
Is a desert today.
Spring has left with all sweetness
Deserting the little flower.
The whole world is trembling now in cold,
And has covered up itself with thick
And white clothes.
The earth is breathing
As if the ice is stuck in her windpipe.
Nevertheless mother
Is fully silent and cold as ice.