Stabled in the mother’s womb
Writhing in pain till death
Faint of fleeting breath
Cry till life ebbs away
I am helpless and feeble
Fragile and very weak
I should have thrift in womb
But I was denied breath
I could not see God’s creatures
His wonders I could not behold
The sonorous voice I long to hear
Failed to be charmed by natural scent
Stabbed to death in the womb
No one can hear my cry
I have no place to run to
My house turned to grave
I am unwelcome invited guest
My cry ought to be their shout
My coming is the joy of all
But hindered from seeing the light
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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