Stillborn Poem by Sutapa Chaudhuri

Stillborn



My life
a stillborn baby
deformed, sterile,
a quivering bloody mass
just born just dead.

Torn from the gaping womb
the alien dark uterus
helplessly bleeding on
the pristine white page
a sacrilege to sanctified lives.

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Sutapa Chaudhuri

Sutapa Chaudhuri

Kolkata, India
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