By Sabeeha Banu
A herd of healers sharpening their gear
Examining the expectant mother with a diligent glare
A shadowless lamp lit overhead in the chamber
A few assessments followed thereafter
Straightened up the life-bearer to inject
Numb a chunk of flesh before the deep cut
A damsel in white sighs in relief
Watching the jab taking its course
Alas, the dose couldn’t deprive feelings in bloom
The heart bled red with the cut in the womb
Harsh shivers didn’t bother much
Ears longed to hear the cry
And sense the touch
...Every pain and every wait - worth my bairn.
By Sabeeha Banu
Good one
So touching and expressing the warmth of a mother. Such a great poem.
Great collection
Good one
Beautiful and touching