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All Were Born
Every family craves for a baby’s cry:
That tender voice that rattles the sky;
One to add honour and bears the family’s name;
Engage the course to defend their country’s fame.
But does it work that way in every society?
Or, do others greet new born babies with much anxiety?
I wonder, why some babies give a cause for celebration,
While an innumerable more present poverty justification.
Why one baby should bestow on a family a crown,
And another wears on a generation a frown.
Some babies bring hope as high as mountain peak,
And countless others frustrations as valley’s deep.
Some will attain great heights in front of our very eyes,
And they will merit reputations of the greatest size.
But some will die with potentials they’ll never realize;
Many will languish with dreams they’ll never materialize.