AN ANGEL WAS BORN

 It's not been much time,
Since I felt you move.

when I sing songs to you,

You merrily dance and groove.

I am left in isolation,

Due to the pandemic scare.

I want to move out,

But, I wouldn't dare.

I feel lonely and afraid,

And I share these with you.

You used to understand,

Even if you had no clue.

There's one more month to go,

And I dream of holding you.

But, why aren't you responding now?

Isn't my excitement true?

It is my birthday and,

I'm going to the hospital.

I can't stop weeping,

As this day is pivotal.

They cut me through and took you out.

I could barely see blurred spots of red.

I could only hear the doctors say,

That the baby girl is dead.

My eyes were teary,

But I couldn't cry aloud.

You were my first baby,

And now you're an angel on some cloud.

I am bereaved,

And this grief may never leave me.

I always dreamt of looking after you,

But, now, from above, you look after me.

                                                                    -Somya Mishra

Letter to my Unborn Baby

 They called it magical,
But I felt it was natural.
They said, "your face will glow!",
But I could only see acne grow.

They started becoming nicer to me,

And fakeness was all I could see.

The scans made others happily teary,

To me, they were hazy and scary.

They asked, "It's already time, where is your bump?"

I smiled but I was equally worried about the tiny hump.

I kept growing larger in size,

And getting constant worrying sighs.

I could not see the bump.

I could not feel you move.

Was I becoming insensitive?

Did my pregnancy require further proof?

I panicked, I cried.

I sobbed to my heart's content.

They advised me to be happy,

And left me alone.

This gave me more reasons to resent.

I can feel you move now.

I talk to you at times.

You know when I'm sad,

And you respond to those rhymes.

                                                           -Somya Mishra