There was a poem
awaiting me
from the morn
announced her name
showed faintly
shy to be born!
She walked all night
along my dreams
fell as dew
robbed daylight
its howling screams
she hardly grew!
She tore my sleep
her garbled rhymes
thumped heartbeat
I couldn't keep
her broken lines
on crumpled sheet!
There was a poem
awaiting me
from the morn
her incoherence
made no sense
she was stillborn!
It so happens sometimes that a poem that was to be born remains stillborn because of unclear and confused state of mind........very well scripted.......Pradipji
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh I love this one about the still born..... It sometimes happens! You have effectively communicated the first excitement of having conceived and later the disappointment of seeing the stll born! A 10