![]() UnbornA Poem by Devashish Kumar
With a feeling of dis-ease
she woke up. Still dizzy with some unworn anaesthesia. Her blistered fingers moved skilfully around her protruding belly. Almost reflexively. The ominous raised stitches seemed carefully planted. She felt a loss within, without. She was
with it, without it. © 2017 Devashish Kumar |
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