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Ratna Kaul Bhardwaj

Tragedy

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Ratna Kaul Bhardwaj

Tragedy

A Cry Unheard!

A Cry Unheard!

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In that soft, warm, dark chamber

The little tiny heart beats fast,

Growing, tiny fragile limbs

Move aimlessly in agast;


Warmth of the smooth water bag

Loses its intensity,

The half-grown new life

Is in complete perplexity;


Giant fingers inside cuddling roughly

Slowly and silently reach the chord,

Scary is the new soul, a cry!

Can anyone help me? Oh God!


Mom, please don't inhale anesthesia

They will kill me, run from here,

I wonder if you feel me, if you hear me

The pain of sharp scissors, I can't bear;


Oh! God, her senses are gone! It cries

That awful moment has come,

The chord to my heart is cut

Once more, the devil has won!


Oh! Mom, I am cut into pieces and

Dumped in a plastic bag,

Now my bed is changed

From your warm womb to unwanted rag;


I am gone Mom, it is all over

You can't hear my dead cry any more,

I have no name, no tomb; I am

Beyond your world, beyond your shore;


I wonder! You fell in love, trusted someone

And played a love game in bed,

That gave me life, I felt good, felt trusted

And today with zero fault, I am dead;


I am dead from your world, Mom

You will soon forget me,

But to the supreme of universe

I have a question! Is it humanity?


Why the buds are mercilessly crushed

Before they would bloom,

Why face death in womb

Underneath golden sun, silvery moon?.........



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