Stillborn

Stillborn

A Poem by Meera Krishna
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The pain on a mother on the birth of her stillborn baby

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My angel glowed in my imagination brightly
Her brown eyes sparkled and her mouth quivered slightly

She looked like the man I loved and like me
As I felt her through my own skin growing inside me

She came to the human world quickly and went
To the same heaven from which she was sent

The impatience of nine months ended in grief
My soul died with her in a moment so brief

I was a mother who buried her stillborn daughter
The pain so intense it felt like slaughter

In my heart, she will always be an image
A beautiful reality of my life turned into a painful mirage

© 2013 Meera Krishna


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you wrote a very profound piece..it touched my heart..

Posted 10 Years Ago


bit of a picture of a mother thinking about the child still to be born isn't it well the poem is touchy.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Ankur Sharma

10 Years Ago

Okey yeah I have read it it is very unfortunate or I can say it is greatest moment of sorrow a moth.. read more
Meera Krishna

10 Years Ago

"Stillborn" means a baby come into the world dead. I have not written it in the perspective of India.. read more
Ankur Sharma

10 Years Ago

sorry for that actually the word daughter that came into your poem made me to think like that thanks.. read more

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Added on July 24, 2013
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Meera Krishna
Meera Krishna

The city of ghats, India



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I am an engineering student with hopes of creating a life out of my passion for writing. I had always lived for my friends, my parents and for the society. For the first time in my life, i feel like.. more..

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