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
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~ Hitendra Mehta
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Entry for Members contest – October 2012
Contest name - Unborn Babies Dream by Scribe Marlon Linton
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Copyright © Dr Hitendra Mehta | Year Posted 2012
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