They say newborns can’t
comprehend dying, but
what do we really understand
of an infant’s desire to survive
beyond the womb.
What do we really understand
about a mother taking her last
breath, an inhale so deep
and so full, it kept the tiny
heart inside her beating
long after she was gone.
I will choose the coward’s way today.
Indulge in a self-induced
paralysis of my heart.
I will lay my grief beside me,
and wait till it turns into a narrative
I can bear.
I will wait until this hopelessness
succumbs to the afterlife,
just like the tiny heart that
refused to keep beating
without the womb it came from.
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Madras Courier originally ran as a broadsheet with a poetry section. It was a time when readers felt comfortable sharing glimpses of their lives through verse. If you have a poem you’d like to submit, do email us at [email protected].
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