THE UNBORN
While my heart was stridently crying, fearing my greatest loss,
Imploring to see an amorphous gray blob on the screen;
But my heart refused to accept the exposé
That my sprite, with its tiny pulsating heart is totally unseen.
This heinous forthcoming had turned me into an enigma,
My tears slowly turning into gallons of gore;
Trying to eschew the flicker of all the wicked happenings
With a farrago of feelings, I do my daily chore.
When I’m finally determined to get away from the past,
I wander in search of an esplanade in the glade;
To write a fanciful epitaph about my unborn angel
An irreplaceable masterpiece, that has left me betrayed.
My world is now an empty cradle, a broken heart and a silent grief,
A sadness like a mine-shaft boring down my rib-cage;
I just wonder if I could have stopped that from happening
Thinking about your diminishing, distorted image.
While my body was still wrapping things up,
Putting the final touches on my brief brush with pregnancy;
I could hear the cry in a sotto vocé
Of your non-existent figure of infancy.
From being a spinster to wife to a mother,
Was quite a lot of transformation for me;
You gave meaning to my graceful fecundity
For you, the earth being a better place to see.
I would die to listen to your loud squall,
Which is the most dulcet song I could ever hear;
But it exists only in my fanciful figment
That has become my guileless wish to keep you near.
I can see you playing every day in front of my eyes,
Like a really young squab ready to leave the nest;
I had already fallen in love with the motherhood
Right from the moment I took the test.
Failures wouldn't set back any part of you,
For they are the lessons of and for life;
You would stand upright every time you fall
Instead of being grouchy and getting into strife.
I keep feigning your silky supple skin,
My arms aching with the weight of your absence;
Now I know, I’m the mother of a child with wings
A child, with full of dreaming soul and innocence.
We both have been separated by the heaven,
The great bridge between death and birth;
As the angel opened the book to write your story
She whispered closing the book, ‘Too beautiful for earth’.
My hopes and dreams are now carried away from me,
On the fragile wings of every butterfly passing;
In the crisp of all air that fills me heart
I can see the colourful butterflies dancing.
I never held you, but I feel you,
We never spoke, but I hear you;
We never existed together, but I see you
I never knew you, but I love you.
I could see them carrying you in a hearse,
Thinking the fiend has got you under control;
But Hallelujah! You've become the fondling of God
Who’s surely going to keep you forever under patrol.
To the God I say, I would have loved to hold you in my hands,
And my feet wanting to walk to where you are sleeping free;
But since you have my angel on your moonlit lap
Could you please tell my unborn angel something about me?
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