ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR


Abortion - Poem by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR

A dream slipped out
Of the hands of the dying night,
Falling to pieces,
On the floor of dawn,
Aglisten with the first rays,
Of the budding sun;
No splinter, yet pierced,
No wound, yet hurt,
A bruised self
Bled, anemic yellow;
Following the eyes,
And heart-rending shrieks,
Of the restless sparrow,
I saw slopped on the floor:
A yolk-stained foetus,
Injured by its fractured shell;
Without the next birthday,
A stifled existence,
Dumped in the dust-bin
Of social scoff,
In tear-less bereavement,
With a gnawing guilt.

Topic(s) of this poem: dream

Form: Blank Verse


Comments about Abortion by ATUL CHANDRA SARKAR

  • Dr.tony Brahmin (4/16/2016 9:52:00 AM)


    No splinter, yet pierced,
    No wound, yet hurt,
    A bruised self
    Bled, anemic yellow;
    Following the eyes,
    And heart-rending shrieks, .... my God . ohhhh this description is terrible...... my dear poet..... i was in tears.... thank you . tony
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  • Rajnish Manga (10/26/2015 10:25:00 AM)


    There may not be many poems that deal with the subject with so much emotion and realism. Hats off to you, Atul. I would like to quote a few lines that bare the immorality of the act:
    A stifled existence,
    Dumped in the dust-bin
    Of social scoff,
    In tear-less bereavement,
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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 26, 2015



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