The Umbilical Bond

Pratiksha Bhogale posted under PenMuse-09 Poetry on 2019-07-17



We both swimmed through her vein, Mom was worried in vain. Happy to be, Dad new, Mom blushed and said I knew. Womb is dark with no light, Why Mom is eating light? I wish she calls me "Hans" Rocking with her warm hands. Twiny baby plays here, I said, Shoo! Mom will hear. I fear, twin will not fit, I will survive, being fit.  Cord strangulated twin one, I am the one who won. How I wish twin could live, Painful to see him leave! _________________ For more of such content follow us on Social Media: