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Brita Roy

Tragedy

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Brita Roy

Tragedy

When I lost my unborn child

When I lost my unborn child

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I lost my Beloved five months back, but with tears in his eyes he had said,

“I will not be there to hold your hand but my substitute will be there instead,

He will have mischievous brown eyes like mine, and rippling black wavy hair,

He'll be your protector, constant companion and a person to sincerely care".


I tried to keep him back, as he made the last effort his heaving breath to take,

He only said “Priya be brave and bring our son as I would have, for my sake”!

I tried assuring him by placing my limp hand on his, he then closed his eyes.

Unavailing were my lamentations, desperate bemoaning and futile inane cries!


I could feel the child grow inside me day by day and sometimes turn and kick,

In my mind a list of names of girls and boys, with much deliberation I would pick.

 I’d want him to be intellectual, versatile and world-famous like Rabindranath

 And show the demoralized and uninspired Indians a blazing enlightened path.


I could imagine the little boy running up and down with an apple in his hand

Offering me a bite, in spirit of camaraderie and friendship --as we had planned!

I could hear his urgent tiny steps pattering hurriedly down the winding stairs

To show me his precious belongings which were his choicest “treasures”.


For days I had endured sleepless nights, visualizing what my son would be,

I had to give up the food I liked; I gave up social life and enjoyable company,

My body bloated up and I could not bend; feet became swollen and heavy;

I endured it all for nine long months, just for my much awaited precious baby.


I opened my eyes ---I knew the baby had arrived, but the Doctor shook her head.

“I am sorry! Accept God’s will, because of asphyxiation the child was born dead.

 I did not disclose it earlier, as giving birth would have been more difficult for you

 Now your entire life stretches before you—you can once more begin life anew”


 




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