She Wants Another Baby

She wants another baby in womb A bouncing baby of good health Appears in mind every dawn of day The one of unmatched brilliance But every time she conceives one It is out of artificial insemination At times it is one from wild bushes Both of them spell pain and sorrow The woman is all times in dire agony Baby that comes through back door is The foundation of ugly misfortunes Not one time has the mother smiled Every conception season she worries Insemination baby is dull, chaotic Dream of natural conception a dream But she keeps on her knees praying; “When will baby of babies see me? What magic can I use to conceive it? Mothers that conceive; whisper to me, That my soul rests in motherly peace.”