PAIN

PAIN

It felt like the heaviest load,
when I held him in my arms,
although so little and light he was.
He had eyes that looked like mine,
and lips exactly like his father.
But he had hands that did not move,
legs that could never crawl.
His beautiful eyes did not blink,
and the nose never breathed.
He had a heart different from ours,
for it could not feel what we felt.
To hold a part of you,
dead in your arms,
is the worst one could suffer.

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Shivani Manocha
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