Let it begin again

 

Stupefied I stood; I waited frozen, in vain.

All I could feel was a deep & numbing pain.

Yes! I wanted desperately for it to begin again.

 

I looked to the heavens, I prayed & I pled;

Before I gave in & even hope fled.

I tried to be strong, even though my heart bled.

 

My senses frigid, I tried to understand,

This happenstance that fell, unplanned.

Oh, the ache was more than I could withstand.

 

Someone held my hand, tried to be kind.

But overcome with sorrow, I had no mind.

The grief enveloped me; it held me in a bind.

 

You ask what happened. What should begin again?

It’s a heartbeat that I want to hear above this din.

My bereaved motherhood wants my child alive, again.


Image – Jair Lázaro via unsplash

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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  1. I’m speeches.. Poem is fathoms deep & mountains high..Superb, again I’m speechless.

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