Weathered staff, muddy boots, broken time-piece, rugged coat, fiddle, pencil stub, yellowed pages, old photograph, parched wine-skin, coffee beans & dry flowers...scribblings of a wandering gypsy. Yes, this is the place where I scribble all my thoughts in the form of poetry.
Monday, December 8, 2008
Victim..
My world was dark
yet I was safe
in my mothers womb I lay
I felt her warmth
I lived in her
from the beginning of my day
a foetus I was, not yet a child
yet in my mind I knew
some day I would see the world
I would be a baby new
the world I’d see
and I would grow
slowly into a man…
and later on when time would come
a family I would plan
alas! For me
I felt a chill
when suddenly my parents planned to kill me
they wanted to get rid of me
as children they did not want
"oh no!” I shouted
"I want to live
I want to be a child
I want to see your lovely world
I’ll be meek and mild!"
No one heard my cry of pain
when instruments tore at me
and in my mothers womb I was slain
now I’ll never be a child
nor the world I’ll see........
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11 comments:
Gosh! I am truly speechless..some things are better left unsaid! I have done my fair share of reading poetry and I can tell you that this is the best poem I have come across. There was actually a lump in my throat when I read this..Keep it going! You are going to make it big as a poet..
I actually cried when I read this poem..Need I say more?
Wow! You were able to depict the transition from hope and optimism to complete despair so well in these lines..beautiful social message as well! A very different approach..thinking in the first person narrative of a foetus..how do you think of such things? I couldn't take my mind off this poem even after I had finished reading this..gr8 work!
Its a sad and unforgiving world out there.....
A truly heartfelt post this.
Nice work, Gypsy
Hope someone is listening.....
And Thanx for visiting my Blog....
Do visit my other Blog also.
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Silent recollections
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Thankyou.
Very touching poem, will be back to read you more, interesting blog.
Thank you for passing by my page.
that's a amazing creation !!!
I wish only we could hear the pain of helpless one , the world wud have been a better place to live .....
There wud have been perfect male - female ratio as no girl foetus wud have been killed....i wish we cud hear them ...i wish people are more "human" in traits
But i don't have power to change them ....except to pray ...if that can change ...
wonderful sensible write up . Am Blog rolling you :)
on 6th Dec -I was at Habitat and they did this impromptou skit on "Foetus killing " in India....god the stats they were narrating - they were just mind boggling....!!
Your poem is very sensitive. It was good to visit your page.
Tk care ~~
ps - I hopped on here from Sayani's blog...!
Thank you for your comments :)
nice poem.
offbeat and well written.
extremely good! I felt a pang in my heart imagining the child's plea for life!
A movie (never made) - A Silver Mt. Zion.
that is what came to my mind when I read the poem. You are a great very writer, Abhimanyu.
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