Pradip Chattopadhyay - Inheritance

Defying stony indifference
Braving elements against her
Making no heroic pretense
She has taken it this far.

She's the woman found on the way
Cuddling the baby begging her day
Not worth a look on the pave defiled
Delighted to bring this world a child.

Her skin's paramour there's no dearth
Wasted daily disrobed on earth
Then in a fulfillment absurdly wild
She gets this world a beautiful child.

The child is alive and solely hers
It must live none else she cares
She looks in its eyes in wistful trance
Sees in them her only inheritance.

Pradip Chattopadhyay

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