The Irrepairable Loss
With lot of hopes packed deep in the mind,
Expecting the new arrival with fun-filled hearts,
Enjoying the gentle kicks,
I saw her being taken to the labor.
Suppressing the pain for the forth-coming joy,
Taking difficult breaths,
And even managing a smile,
She went through a terrible course.
Nine months of patience,
With proper guidance and habits,
And now the joy of being paid for it,
Could never be compared with anything in the World.
As I was waiting for the good news,
I heard a shrill cry,
That jolted and made me pry,
The loss was irrepairable.
He had come into the world,
But he never moved,
He was still-born.
Ten months of fostering,
Ten months of hopes,
Long term awaited happiness,
All went down the drain.
------- Author's Notes -------
All went fine until I wrote this poem. After few days, a close friend of mine gave birth to a still-born. Unhappy coincidence. A pre-written elegy. Am I the cause for it??
Comments on this poem/writing:
|Alexandria (184.108.40.206) -- Saturday, April 30 2005, 06:33 pm|
That is a scary coincidence. The poem, its so sad, and heartfelt...like you knew it from experience....
|Divya (10.0.28.17) -- Saturday, May 13 2006, 06:28 pm|
hey i think u have clairvoyant powers as well...U get to know things that happen in future!!
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