Poetry is beautiful. It is divine and natural. The splendor of poetry is greatly appreciated by Wordpress as this: "coding is poetry".
I love to write poems. This poem carefully depicts a pregnant woman who suddenly feels her stomach turn and cries for help. Luckily, her husband comes to her rescue. On getting to the hospital, the doctors and nurses (green and white masquerades) asks her to push. Eventually, the boy comes out crying.
Even though I am not a lady, I do feel for pregnant women who go through the pain of delivery. Obviously, this poem is dedicated to them. Here it goes:
Swiftly it came like a thief in the night
Legs seized heavy burden to carry
Stomach turned new boy cannot tarry
Sweats slide hurriedly on the body; pain flows through the soul
Expression was lost, only one word remained-
Help!
Gathering all strength she yelled out
Grabbing the knob and constantly refusing to be overcome by this terror of Eve
In a moment that seemed like eternity
Alas! Unbearable eternity
Honey rushed in to assist; hauling her to the metallic machine
And receiving the unwelcome rewards of wails and howls
Suddenly, green and white masquerades walled her
"Push!" to the pain-bearer they say
This poem is a sonnet (14 lines) and I wish you enjoyed it. Please feel free to tell me what you feel about my poem.
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