It was the month of summer mornings,
A mother in hope returned to meet,
Her new born for the first time.
Witch, cursed, mental, were the public greetings,
A mother in pain but won't retreat,
Agreed to bear, if they call it crime.
Five years were added to the nine months,
A mother dropped to kill and beat,
Poor baby though saved,
Depression was mind's boss at time.
Family pulled the baby away ignoring her cries,
A mother left with counselor to treat,
Now she stood at the blocked door praying for the touch divine.
*********Note********
I don't know how many of you have guessed but this Snippet cum poem is inspired by the phenomenon called "Post Partum Depression" or "P.P.D".
The least bothered but increasing part of the state of mind during depression. PPD usually occurs to woman after her labour, though most of then overcome it but for some it leaves behind a deep Mark in their lives. India where depression is mostly seen as a disease( which is wrong) adding the superstition,PPD decorates the woman's trouble. Solution is not far away, doctors are trained and ready to help but the lack of communication is proving hindarance. For these reasons , new born is separated from her and sometimes never allowed to meet.
It's just sad. I hope situations might get better in future and more and more ways of communication and knowledge about PPD will increase. Further bringing in the solution.
P.s. for more info on PPD please check Google or Wikipidea.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
My Snippet's ✍
De TodoThese are some random snippet's and short poems I write. Glad you checked in! If you like then do let me know and colour the blank star to orange with your generous touch ;) *The work is purely my work of creativity, so I hv full claim. * So pls don...
