Son begets father; daughter, mother.
Doesn't foetus beget all?
Rest in peace, foetus
Early mornings of mournings for a late child gone late in life
None fixed for a fallen hero, foetus, forced out early
Rest in peace, foetus
For just ailing, as any, with neither coffin nor six foot, late foetus, unlike any other, was eased out early, from the confine to oblivion
Rest in peace, foetus
‘Omachancha'; the know all, Gynecologists
Full of folly; bereft of brain before the Father, Almighty
Rest in peace, foetus
Filthy-names you were named Just justifying foul fate meted:
Misplaced, Malpositioned, Ectopic
Rest in peace, foetus
Amidst abundant alternatives abounding; obvious option, as re-positional foetal transplant standing out; mean option was opted by the operating system
Rest in peace, foetus
Forced out from your configured confine, the womb, flushed straight away to soak away tomb, without coffin, via free for all cistern
Rest in peace, foetus
Solitary six foot sought, gained gregarious more than six; generously given, through a filthy cistern, as a lone generosity of, by an ailing system; Probably to disturb your deserved peace in your lonely rest?
Rest in peace, foetus
Sly as a fox, to the basement of the cemented cistern of a cemetery you sedimented, oblivious of the imperfect system till your time for awakening; awaiting awake to awake after your eternal perfect rest for perfection
Rest in peace, foetus
After perfection, when perfected, perfect and ready; for awakening, for another coming in peace for later, later going; be assured to live in peace and most welcomed.
Welcome back in peace to live on in peace, foetus; Child..., the father, the mother, of the son, of the daughter, of the man, of the woman, and on and on... 'till Thy Kingdom come.
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Whatever the reason for flushing out the foetus, it is always a painful experience. A beautiful poem