Her Life's Chroma

With shimmering black eyes and toys aside,

The best teacher stepped into her life,

An unproclaimed war, with a destiny he had,

He blossomed into a rare lad.

The era of "blues" for which he was in her womb,

The witches did all to transform it into his tomb,

The father of the unborn stood like a scarecrow,

Only to shoo away the frowns of her brow.

With green eyes, another witch did devour,

Her baby's innocence to her heart's core.

The wails of little angel fell on their deaf ears,

At his plight, none, but the mother shed endless tears.

The worst of her fears were hovering near,

There were gray areas, camouflaged and unclear.

He slapped her hard and slammed her head

While the baby lay asleep in his cozy bed.

"I caught you red-handed with a whore", 

"Am I here only to execute mundane chores ?"

"How dare you question me?", screamed that wretch,

"I bought you, I own you", he threatened with a knife's edge.

"This woman is a mudblood, a black sheep,

We can't even sell her, she's so cheap;

Throw her away and keep the child,

The baby belongs to our clan", said the creature vile.

At once she left, with nothing to fend,

She took the red-eye and left before that night could end.

"I am coming home" sang she all her way,

Never to return, come what may!

Her world tickled pink and didn't ask her anymore

"Why had she arrived as such and been cornered to life's shore ?"

Hugged the baby hard, as if it belonged to their blood,

"No more, a fatherless child", cried God with a thud.

"Bestowed with a family one of its kind,

Let this boy flourish in body and mind,

Every fatherless child doesn't belong to a whore,

Only if this world could see the agony single mothers bore !"