It's crying,
Yes,
The fetus is crying
From the deepest core,
Can you listen?
It's pure and innocent....
You must know,
The fetus is smaller than the smallest,
Still bigger than the biggest
With its impeccable significance,
It is afraid of the vast world....
The unknown world,
The little fetus knows its own limitations,
It is well satisfied inside its little house....its own house,
Here it is completely secure;
But......
It is crying bitterly now,
Thinking about the outside world.....
The treacherous world,
Where it has to survive later for many many years.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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