Theme: Tragedy

Two-Headed Girl

Her name was Manar, the pretty one,
Her face bright and buoyant
As though her drooping lidded sib
Joined at the head were no burden,
But given free rein to blink and suckle,
A lamb's share of the attention.

They said it was she was the preferred
Psychologically; but you could see
She thought nothing of it, her sib
Thrived on her life's patronage,
Was part of it as no one else could be
Or could possibly comprehend.

In her own mind it was clear, and
She had inborn the normalcy that knew
No taint of discomfort as that projected
In the eyes she looked up to, always
Inflected to the nature of the problem,
Her smile one of seeming reassurance.

Six heart attacks, however, demanded the solution
To keep her alive, to remove her sib,
Though she could never have guessed
Her conjoined was termed a parasite;
Islam adjudged as common sense
The lesser tragedy be chosen.

Was Manar's life sustainable minus her sib?
No mere metaphor for unity of minds and heart,
Which once operated on and set apart -
Next day, the mother buried her 'Islam' -
Little Manar was bereft; and though the weight
Appeared to have been removed, her smile had left;

Within a short while Manar herself was dead.


More By  :  R. D. Ashby

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