It Became An Angel Poem by Sudam Panigrahi

A small spot, inside
We saw it flicking.

Gave it a name, plant kisses
Discussed about it.
Every day and night.
Waiting for the D-day,
As days passed from sight.

Oh my, what's this?
It spews red,
'Sorry.' We read the
Face of the doctor.

I saw the flesh,
Red, red, chopped.
Sorry dear
Blessed you were not.

She hugged me, 'My kid.'
Patting her, I saw the tears
Coursing down her cheek.

'He's made it an angel,
Will come as our second.”
I hugged but the rain of my eyes,
I could not rein.