Have you seen those cobwebs, Hanging from the branches of a tree To the other? Where does it start? Where does it end? It does have a pattern, Beautifully woven like a lace. But I cannot tell you my friend, That this is where the end lies.
Each day is an affliction, With not an end in sight. The pandemic came to our land, Like an invisible ghost. It mocked the mass with its game, Never once letting us get hold of it. "I play on your lungs... Oh! Now in your eyes... well! In your heart is where I now sit!"
"Hey you! A virus as small as a cell, Are you for real?" Where are those days gone, When we never held our lives so dear, Being home felt like a luxury, And travel to work was tiresome? Ah! Come back ye days! Wake me up to a new dawn.
Fragments of Mine ................................
Mother felt a little tickle, Felt quite queer and fickle, Wondered what was the reason, Realized she , it was baby season.
Biological changes caused immense discomfort, But the thought of a growing seeding was real comfort, Immense nausea and head spinning, But the real reason was captivating.
Whole family were just to rejoice, The little seeding was its cause, Felt I'd become extra special, With a whole lot of care I felt well.
After a few months time, I could hear the little bell's chime, Ringing with all its joy, Knew not I , it was a girl or boy.
Time to go to see the doc, Elders and in-laws seemed hard as rock, Doctor did his job , and gave the report, Not pleased at all, was told to abort.
Seemed the world had come to an end, Where could my seedling I send? How could I escape this horror, Helpless was I amidst terrors.
Took my leave one silent night , To part with life partner and in-laws was just right, But to face the world with a heavy body, Was traumatizing with support of nobody.
Couldn't carry my body easily, Needed loving arms around to soothe me, But their demand was nothing but a 'male', Carrying in womb a 'female' , hence I'd failed.
Felt myself shattering into ' fragments', But had to be strong and myself hold always, Accumulated my ' fragments' and glued them with willpower, To save my seedling, was ready to face all adversity with power.
Beautiful day came with a tiny flower being born, Seeing her tender face and smile, I acclaimed I'd won, Now I live with my flower not in 'fragments', But to prove to the world 'we too have right to live, to give birth and to be born' always !
Yes , we too have right to live, to give birth , and to be born, always , always !
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