IN THE STATE OF LABOUR

Everyone has a story to tell Even though its might look so short Looking so down and stressed, In the state of labour and scared. Trying to catch the full breath, But the atmosphere seems so feared. I thought she was gone, Not knowing she was lost in her thought, Sorrowful tears rushing down her eyelid, Not knowing the kind of battles she might have fought. I wish I could feel the pain, This agony of labour,no one can bear their pain. A stage that leads to life and death, No one can predict what comes next, Whether it is heaven or earth. I know the pain can't be shared.