I am
the voiceless scream echoing beneath the lifeless pit of the underworld
For which life has been deprived of by the cruelty of the real world
I am
The soul that was never allowed into circle of life
By the ungrateful beings who never valued the importance of life
I am
The divinity of God's blessing to the world but an ephemeral to man
A subject to hatred and rejection to bad omen
I am
That unborn child who is denied of reproductive freedom
Forcefully faced maternal rejection from human kingdom
I am
The hope that was never allowed to see the light of the day
one who can never be saved no matter how hard I pray
I am
The joy that was gritted with sorrow
The extinguished light for a better tomorrow
I am
The gift of happiness trampled with hatred
Without a faint of my infant cry on earth been heard
I am
The voice that can never be heard by no one
Call me the aborted child or better still the dead one
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem