Asleep in womb lies your own flesh, blood, bone:
That's forming well and growing by God's grace!
The little Homo sapiens isn't alone;
It lies under God's watchful care and gaze!
The womb - its home is dark and silent most!
The seed has sprouted as per God's decrees;
Its mother's blood nourishes, free of cost!
Each part assumes its girth in slow degrees!
God sweetly calls by name and talks with love;
It twists and turns in watery bag of veils;
It looks more glorious than a pretty dove!
As land is near, the boat must down its sails!
It cannot set its feet on world God made,
As parents watch its life cruelly fade!
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