"YOUR STILLBORN SON"

SKETCHING BY ME

Silent prayers speaks,

While deafening words defeat.

A female with tender heart comes,

Develops an immense credence.

On online networking website,

She was my only motive.

Poignant me with the

Tongue of her lexis.

A word comes out from monitor, 

Touches my "Anahad"

Vibrating till the coccyx, 

Settle down in my gut.

There may be the reminiscences,

Of precious treasure.

Like a stillborn soul

Of Giant Heart Mother.

Destinies take you everywhere,

Like I chat to my Mother

Am I the one who is lost?

Or I am the one who is found….

Dilemmas and dual thoughts comes,

But I am firm for you.

As out of whole world,

A fake identity makes me to the one,

Who is “My Mother”

You still born is reborn,

In embryo of else.

A real person comes to know

about her "Unnamed Son."

COURTESY: CLAIR DAM PHOTOGRAPHY

I Love You Mom...

-Swati Shobha Sevlani