satishverma

STILLBIRTH

Between want and desire 
few crumbs of words 
will not satisfy. 

Facts and perception 
build a latticed smile 
between tears. 

Discreetly life catches 
a miasm, a fault 
to commit suicide. 

When will the exile end, 
of hope, a holy womb? 
The stink was rising. 

Amnesty for amniotic fluid, 
fetus was dead 
Godmother was crying.

Satish Verma