Vanquished the Happy Birth....

hurdling through the virgin snow..
virgin silence.. tends to grow...
bounties full of snow lit light..
midnight saga of wolf's cry..

he ran across the wet weary road
to house number 64...
where cries did cover entire sky..
with clouds of welcome but of cry..

climbing up the nervous stairs
to lamp lit room of welcome flair..
the lady cried of pain and cry..
doctor said to try and try..
midwife sat on floor and saw
the birth of the baby candid gnaw.
pervert belly ran down and down
joyous pain and growing frown..
the inner cry of happy men
the outer one of serpentine pain..

outreached all heavenly peace...
now came the midwife's reach..
He pulled it out with screaming silence..
that  covered about an hours violence..
that ran about vein to vein
leaving about an ushered rain...

the life that grew in a life
that life did perished like parasite..
the pink baby born with blood of life that cried for his mothers hive...

the comfort of the mother's womb
to search about that comfort tomb..
to pull out the hungry milk
from comfort life with anxious blink...

but in but the time passed
motionless on death bed sturt...
the cry remained in the winter sky..
from one of pain to many of torment stie...

the bed of birth with blood stained..
turned into bed of mournful rain..
unborn life embedded in her
she left about from norms,of stern..

by and by with the baby's cry
to hold the breast of dead and dry..
jeopardy in his nascent eyes
the orphan from the first sun rise..

the rays that bless the baby king
blessed it with a melancholy cling..
enigma of the time that passed....
the baby for the mother's lust
the life that took away another life
ushered like orphan of winter sun rise
nature is the mystery of time..
who knows where history rhyme..??

              ...........  snigdho chakraborty