Midnight Rebirth

A Poem

An hour before midnight we both melted, as one silver pool of dense liquid

You, my country, and me future children casting sun’s reflection

Halting to be reborn — we counted, our many abusive fathers and brothers our, blindfolded mothers who knew lyrics to our coming lullabies

Our trampled souls now united, drowning in collective amniotic fluid We will rise, we know that a quick nod of the red moon and the day will shine on our bare bald heads

silently (very) old

We would begin again at the stroke of midnight you will be a crippled country I will be a child sans childhood

We will look at each other with large baby eyes sharing our empty vessels who are we to become thankful, for the tears

In our lives together you and I, will stare at our mountains, to find strength sit by our rivers, to observe flow

You and I, will meet again as ghosts, of lives that rose from the dark side of humanity

as ghosts, of a land, and her friend in another midnight, where the moon will not be red

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In response to David S. prompt — Genesis. A poem dedicated to the Indian Independence Day — 15th of August, (also my parent’s wedding anniversary)