"Miscarriage" This word has a very grief-stricken heavyweight to it. It is something beyond comparison. One cannot justify the pain or trauma it leaves behind in a family, especially to a mother, who bears it all. Just sharing a poem, about how it made me feel back then in the year 2016, (trust me it feels the very same way today too) when I miscarried my own. I hadn't even caught a glimpse of you You didn't even have a beating heart As I knew you were in me You were already my body part Conceivably then was not your time Perhaps God had different plans inline My heart broke Seeing you break Seeing you tear apart My soul grieved for the loss, I was hurt & heartbroken Yet no aid till date A scar in my heart Forever as we were meant to be apart I wonder who you would have been A sister or a little brother I wonder what I would have named you Som...