Dreams Born To Unborn Baby

For nine months, have curled inside Shall be out kicking, effort more than a glide Will be slapped to life by Existence outside Cry shall launch me on life’s earthly ride Till this stage, sure there exists no option Leave alone, a fancy dream But, in the phase thereafter Have few dreams that existence matters Curled enough, would like to walk looking at stars let not world again force me to bend inflicting scars Have lived a disciplined life as an embryo Don’t entrap me into violation, manipulation, accumulation trio Have lived on borrowed food and oxygen Would like to breathe fresh air, not used to pollution Allow me to earn daily bread, have never starved any day, any season After days hard work, let me sleep sans sleeping pills for any reason Pure was my soul, empty hands but with no terror bomb As in womb, let me go as good human being in tomb ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ Hitendra Mehta ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Entry for Members contest – October 2012 Contest name - Unborn Babies Dream by Scribe Marlon Linton ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~