I see that baby of ours,
You promised me once,
Playing at odd places,
On the TV screen,
Out of my window,
With another one or two,
She vanishes when I go near,
Not mine, someone else’s dear,
Did we give birth to her?
Or you aborted without my signature?
March 6,2007.
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