I came as tomorrow
Swaddled in unawareness
To your warm womb
Without your choice
Destined to up date
Our human tree
But before love
Grew into flesh and words
What is unfinished creation-
A precipitation of blood
Became my transcendence.
However, only the parents can decide if they want to have that baby or not, and not an old man, old woman or a growing boy who is standing on the street where I pass and have the sign against the abortion.
I agree with you..
Very moving piece of work.
touchy poem.. Beautifully explained the baby's story..
I am afraid it could be Shakespeare himself writing here. Great poem.
Really, babies come as tomorrow. What a good and witty expression of newborn babies. I love it.
So beautifully written for baby, s explained about what they fell in their mother, s womb
Absolutely profound and prolific writing 10
This is absolutely superb......thank u, dear poet.....anjandev roy.
Beautifully written from a baby's point of view. What he feels inside the womb.
What is unfinished creation- a precipitation of blood became my transcendence. Before love grew.. very sad truth but this is very true. Appreciations.
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