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

About Sonal Singh

I believe that life is a repertoire of anecdotes. The various situations that we encounter, the many incidents of every day, the people we meet, our conversations with them; all make life a melange of tales. And, that is what I attempt to capture through my writing. My cooking is no different! It reflects my love for travel and my love for innovation. The kitchen is my happy place. So, even though by vocation I am a recruiter (www.rianplacements.com), by passion I am a writer, home chef and a hodophile.

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

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