The Masters of Flash (Closed)

Wonderful Mistake - (ASWATI2000)

I bore a child, a sweet healthy child. It lay in my hands with closed fists, saliva frothing over thesoft toothless gum . His face devoid of emotions, the hands moving in air and knees send sporadic jerks kicking at infinity 

Nine months ago I stood outside the bathroom door with a positive result.

 My husband stood in the corner of the room, his back facing me. 

Should I tell him? Halt! Echoed a sound within me. 

I can still avoid it . Am I ready to nurture this creation? 

Let me weigh the options. My fertile mind, that craves for inspiration and academic provocations, was ready to bear the seeds of knowledge. 

The weight of higher studies and better job prospects was weighed down by the burden of a life that grew within me. 

But I did tell him, his eyes brimming with mirth while mine overflowed with tears of pain 

So I left behind my passion , to nurture the result of another passion. 

I tried to convince myself for the millionth time -This child is not a mistake! 

A pair of teary eyes Looked up straight into mine 

A child born out of a mistake 

A child, I didn't want it to be labelled mistake. 

I said to myself:

 It is not a mistake 

I can't treat it a mistake 

I won't treat it a mistake 

I shouldn't treat it a mistake It doesn't deserve to be a mistake !!! 

Note: This poem is to show a woman's dilemma. I am not giving judgement or opinion.