This poem has been with me since 12 years ago and reading it continually brings fresh perspective – When I read it in my undergrad days, I thought of how much people read and still fail; when I read it during my job hunting days, it consoled me whenever I failed an aptitude test or interview; when I read it today as a businessman, I think about those deals that fall through the cracks. kindly read the poem below and tell me what it means to you – a very good subjective interpretation of this poem will be given a gift! Just to say thank you…
She’s pregnant the doctor says
What joy erodes her mind?
A life of nurture and cherish
Growing inside her!
With such immeasurable joy
She spreads the news
As day crept past, weeks crawled past
And months dragged past
Such was the excitement within her
As she felt his heartbeat and his first kick with pride
With such care she picked out a diet
To suit the growth of her child
Such unknown joy she felt as the time finally came
Shaking within and maintaining an outer calm
She walked into the ward, shed her garments,
And went on the stretcher
Her life she endangered for a life she knew not
She was pushed to the theater
To be subjected to blade and scissors
But she closed her eyes and fantasized
The pangs of pain shooting through her
Brought her back to reality
She was about to bring life to somebody
Such unbearable pain engulfed her entire being
She screamed and tossed and turned
Her breath she held to give it breath
Her body she subjected to such pain
To give this creature life
Suddenly there was a release
A voice coaxed her on gently, guiding ordering
With all her strength, she pushed
Yes, the child was doing well, coming through the right path
Push, push, she pushed
Suddenly there was alarm, tension in the air
The child has gone the wrong way
She did try, oh, how she tried
But this child would not follow her again
She was lacerated but nothing done could save that child
He had been stolen, killed and destroyed
Such unknown and unbearable grief racked her
As she held the dead child in her hand in her arm and wept
This child is not mine, it never was mine
But how I loved it, such selfless love I had for it
She shook it with so much vigor,
As if that would bring it back to life
Screaming
Whose child are you?
I have life and cannot beget that which has no life
Whose child are you?
