by
Aneeza Soobadar
Every time she glimpses at her reflection
She wants to break the mirror into smithereens
The lies and deceits that have spiralled her into oblivion
Are dousing her into flames, as she is careening
Through her senseless life in quest of salvation
And breaking free from the shackles of people, oh so mean
Broken promises, truths clothed with parodies
As she watches her life becoming a caricature
As she gazes at her pregnant belly and still feels no empathy
For the little being soon ending its womb tenure
An innocent little one, who has been lodged with force in all agony
In the complete absence of love as ordained by a most ballistic nature
Shame and pain, pain and shame
She cannot unwind, she will never abandon
Yet the child will be a constant reminder of acts so insane
She has been through, when it ought to have been a cushion
That paves the way to an immense joy, which is that of motherhood
Alas! Alone she will have to raise, alone she will have to face
It will be a long way before she will be out of the woods
But what can she do if that’s her fate
The fate of a woman who has seen her world robbed before it even started
While still in her teething years of adulthood
The fate of a woman who has no say at all
And yet she is standing and facing them all

Aneeza Soobadar holds a Doctorate in ‘Science Agronomiques” from France and an MBA in Leadership and Innovation, Mauritius. She enjoys reading and writing having dabbled into writing short stories and poems during her teenage years. She is currently Research Manager at the Mauritius Cane Industry Institute.