Inside a womb darkness is a friend
Of day and night the difference is none
I can barely think but I can hear
Sad grieves in my seven months of stay
I sleep to the tune and live within the tune
Is this what they call a cry!
Mother who bears me sound
I am a part of you, part of your grief
Two months then I shall join your world
And then I’ll see with my senses
If your world is indeed sad.
Inside a womb your grief is a friend
Of day and night the sound is all I hear
Am I your grief? Am I your relief?
A fetus in darkness learns what is hurt
But what lies beyond, is there a counter-hurt?
Inside a womb I can barely foresee
Mother who bears me sound
I am a part of you, part of your hurt
And if your world is all that you have cried
Then why should I plunge to interrupt
And truth be seen which is indeed sad.
"....And if your world is all that you have cried
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And truth be seen which is indeed sad. "......
this is so nice...i appreciate my mother but not as much as she deserves. Am not a mama's boy but i understand and appreciate their kind !
cheers!
I wish this poem be read by today's teenagers, so that they might derive a second thought from it... that early sex and immature pregnancy are responsible for the next generation's mental outlook. But the irony is that teenagers apparently dont belong to the Reading Group...
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ReplyDeleteIm just a girl who wish to share whatever awareness i hold to my fellow-mates...
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