with a belly so big of crying questions
moaning a malnourished dream, gaunt of joy
time-trudging tons of fails and falls, so tedious
a drenching, heart wrenching knock numbs of core
to weaken and quicken the entombment of destiny
a history of life in obituary of ‘no meaning’
what shall he say?
what tell in tale?
“MY PREGNANT PAIN MUST BIRTH IT GREAT”
the winds of loneliness mocks a chill of bath
within the desert of rich helplessness, sea in spread
and faceless words whips weary the hurt to heart
cringing judgement of a lost and gone, fat in ‘scared’
a grope of hope bidding bye of divorce
alas! alarm. alert of a heavy loss
what shall he say?
what tell in tale?
“MY PREGNANT PAIN MUST BIRTH IT GREAT”
and prayers in empathy sight of anger rise
on wide wings of tears, torrents of mile in cruise
heaven to besiege; a serious meet; a comeback of flight
lo! open heavens: assignments spread in speed so full
to the one gasping and panting hard
fighting a battle bitter and so stark
what shall he say?
what tell in tale?
“MY PREGNANT PAIN IS BIRTHING IT GREAT”
today, in glee of spill, my ink opens your teeth
filling it brim with smiles so deep, dear readers
you dance with me, with him we sing so sweet
the song of freedom full of golden greatness glitters
of a lesson that booms microphone high
to you and me as earth unto the sky
what have i said?
what tale in tell?
“PREGNANT PAINS BIRTH DESTINIES GREAT”
The saying, “Nothing good comes easy”, may be a cliche, but it certainly rings with truth.