Stillborn

Written Friday, January 6, 2012

Silence in the room, silence in the womb
The way all of us, born of sweat and blood
In the flesh, carved the signatures of our conception
Lonely and unaware through the excruciating pain
Life was given, life stopped before it even started
Burning down all the hopes and preparations
On the way to a new life, a new death
Ruthless nature of things, crushed dreams
New born, you are dead, what happened?

Reviews

[Reeti]

It is a very poignant and gravely expressed poem. It signifies (with a strong hint of pessimism) how we ourselves have no control over everything in life, and how our individual ordeals obstruct us from fulfilling our goals. It is a practical outlook for certain people who have not obtained the privileges or fluke to pass through the painful times. yet, the sensitive of us may feel the downside more strongly than others even when nothing really grueling or terrible happens.

i notice you've put your verse in the acrostic form. I find that very interesting! It is like solving a little puzzle in a lovely piece of art. =)