still born baby

marbling , her curly golden hair
I inhale her nostalgic milky odor

attend her cardiac rhythm a bit fast, in fact
oh…performing with what an agile act

she has two alluring eyes, dazed yet reveling
how cottony is her epidermis…dioptric and radiating

four energetic limbs, exploring immediate space
avid as always , compels me to conceal in my embrace

she is as fair as my immutable moral integrity
sensed her placid bearing right from time infinity

she has all what I have; bones, spine, urge to weep silent
and an ordinary womb , spacious enough for generations to plant

breasts to feed, ovules to breed , courage to smile repeatedly crushed soul
with undeniable charisma she chases ; ultra sound frequency, biased Gods and machines which drill

she ridicules over statistics, demigods, depleting sex ratio and voices, placards, faces…all are shabby

she reincarnates every time you declare ” miscarriage” ”defective fetus” or ” a still-born baby”

About pearlteardrops

I am there where drops your perl tear, I cry with you standing your rear I tickle you when you giggle, I think I am the blue rainbow riddle....