The sky clears of the darkness
morning rays beckon to wake
Cautiously from under the stone,
A weed braves
Weed, but an unloved flower
Is crushed below thy feet
Its life so fragile,
It kisses the dust, even before it could breathe.
And the same fate transcends
in my life, my womb
I feel a kick, as tears dry
And I pray she doesn't hurt.
©AditiKaushiva
Day 3 of the #BarAThon Challenge. Today's prompt is 'fragile lives'
Awwwwww. Sad, and spine chilling.
ReplyDeleteAww, so sad! Beautiful how you have compared a weed's fragile life to that of an equally fragile human equivalent.
ReplyDeleteSweet and sorrowful.
ReplyDeleteThat's so beautiful and touching! Love the way you expressed the resemblance between a weed and an unborn child!
ReplyDeleteAwww...that took my breath away!
ReplyDeleteWow. That's beautiful Aditi. Truly, that's exactly how it is!
ReplyDeleteSo sad and yet so beautifully in such simple words!
ReplyDeleteCheers
Geets
I love it. How nature in all forms can be moving!
ReplyDeleteEnchante' Aditi, you are a poetess, loved your sensitive handling of the fragile words.
ReplyDeletewow...keep writing. #zarahatkeblogreads
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