In open worlds men and women
move hoping to change mountains
into plateous of private space,
wishes get wings in closed rooms
only to crash at the brick walls .
In hospital beds war goes on
hope and despair clash for victory.
The apron clad midwives push
and pull the fears of dark webs.
I am in the lobby watching the war
my own war is always won, for I
accept defeat to throw it away
when I see the nodding flower
assent my will's stubbornness.
Sabita Sahu
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