Treasure Island

Sumita Datta

(Digboi(Assam))

The baby will never cry


I was waiting for this tomorrow
Since I knew the meaning of woman..
But today I feel it would have been better
If I was born in this world not as human…

From tomorrow I will be known as a mother
I will be able to feed my milk to my baby….
But the baby won’t be able to enjoy mother’s milk
As doctor said my baby is not like any other baby…

Tomorrow I will become a mother
A mother who will deliver a baby
The baby who will never be able to see this world
The baby who will never cry after delivery..

Submitted: Sunday, January 27, 2008

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  • Palas Kumar Ray (8/15/2008 1:38:00 PM)

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