The artist’s masterstroke

It was a sight to behold, as heartbreaking as it was bold;

A mother lay under rubble, her body broken; already cold.

She clutched to her bosom a baby, umbilical cord attached,

The scene was surreal, poignant & emotional; yet detached.

 

The baby wailed in hunger, unmindful of the silence.

It was a picture of survival, an image of resilience.

Around them was devastation that an earthquake wreaked;

The mother and child were united, even though blood-streaked.

 

The artist’s masterstroke was a sculpture thus depicted.

Oh! He was a talented fellow, he was much respected.

He created bespoken art, true to life and form;

His art spoke to the soul, deviated from the norm.

 

His latest creation was a piece that would compel thought;

That a mother would protect, even against nature’s onslaught!

She would defy even her creator to shield her progeny, her child,

She would walk through hell & fire, endure rubble piled.

 

Of all of God’s creations that existed on this Earth,

The greatest was a mother & her love for what she did birth.

The sculpture evoked emotions, deep, unbidden and raw.

It made people stop, take note – Yes! Every single one that saw.

 _______________

Image – Dulce Láriz via unsplash

Spread the love

About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

Check Also

Space in my soul

That space in my soul The one that I guarded with All the beats of …

4 comments

  1. Ohhh wow. Just so poignant. ❤️

  2. This is so very beautiful.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *