I tried to move my ravaged limbs
when I heard arms and legs
in the next ward.
I rasped, trying to breathe
as incoherent screams
from the neighborhood
gave voice to my pain.
Silence found me, at last,
and I was wrapped, but
my soul wandered,
half-desolate and half-ecstatic.
Then I opened
my new eyes
to see a vague form
as motherly cooing
caressed my ears.
My short story, ‘Shopping with the baby’ has been published in Page & Spine. Thank you, Nancy, for the kind words of appreciation and the publication. Please find a link to the story below.
Shopping with the Baby
There are two adult characters in this story. If you read this, do let me know if you have come across such characters in real life.
The baby bird cried softly outside the window
Watching the sick mother feed her new-born
She should have seen something in his forlorn eyes
For she dragged herself to the window
To feed him with love and care
The baby became stronger
And the bird grew into a fledgling
When the window closed forever
The fledgling pecked the window
Till his beak was sore
And the baby cried inside
Till there were no more tears
But the window remained resolutely closed