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.”
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