Unborn

Unborn

A Poem by Devashish Kumar

With a feeling of dis-ease
she woke up.
Still dizzy with some
unworn anaesthesia.

Her blistered fingers
moved skilfully
around her protruding belly.
Almost reflexively.

The ominous raised stitches
seemed carefully planted.

She felt a loss
within, without.

She was
with itwithout it.

© 2017 Devashish Kumar



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Added on August 17, 2017
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