Sitting glued to her
pregnancy
listening to the music of
the heart-beats of the baby
he glanced asquint at her pale face.
He noticed tears
trickling down the
corners of her eyes
her lips shivering
unable to express
her feelings through words:
‘Dear, you are
weeping”? – he inquired anxiously
‘I was seeing her…
running here and there, playing pranks on us…’
She answered with broken
words still sobbing.
‘She’? – his eyes
still wide open and
he was frowning
while walking
out of the bedroom in anger….
She couldn’t control herself
and she slumped into the bed
she was silently
weeping, weeping and weeping……
late into the night
she got drowned in slumber…
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