Labour Room Poem by Parijat Banerjee
Labour Room
Labour room
It was gloomy, pitch dark with patches of blue!
Only a lamp was glowing to overcome the inevitability.
The ambience was, as if, imitating the excruciating pain...
Even the anaesthesia couldn't divulge the precedence.
Deep inside the core of Mother Earth,
The labour room was getting ready for the volcanic eruption!
The dormant mountain orifice was ready to tear apart-
The 'just born' lava ashes sublimed into the darkness until eternity!
The labour room was getting ready for the volcanic eruption! ..A wonderful poem is shared! Welcome to Poem Hunter dear poet.10
A sublime start with a nice poem, Parijat. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.
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Well conceived and elegantly crafted in good diction with insight. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Parijat.