A breathing bud of life
Lived inside her womb,
Waiting to take a plunge
Into the beautiful crooked world,
In the broad shining daylight.
The closed eyes and the kicks
Made her turn crimson red,
As she blushed feeling shy,
Expressing her eternal glee,
With happy tears as she shed.
Time moved on
As the sharp social claws,
Pounced on the maiden,
And she screamed and cried,
To save the heartbeats inside
But all in vain!
The blood flowing on the floor
Announced the annihilation of existence,
As the budding seed and the lass
Were not there to smile anymore!
Copyright © 2012 Indranil Bhaduri
Too Good Boss. Carry on yaar.
A sad song..beautifully written on a social cause.
Great aspects and unique beautiful lines those are the products of a clever mind. well i rally enjoy reading this art. so meaningful
beautiful and sad.. great
Lovely, yet profound.
Social compulsions made the death of a child. Beautiful expression of feelings.
Time moved on. Thanks for sharing.
A nice poem....hurtful indeed...
The blood flowing on the floor Announced the annihilation of existence, As the budding seed and the lass Were not there to smile anymore! .........So deeply envisioned. A beautiful poem having entensive write. Thanks for sharing.......10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
A very thoughtful poem indeed.