<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580356" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To Unborn Son And Daughter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love not the son less<br>But he loved the son<br>Not to be born and burned<br>In the turbulence<br>And pathos and chaos<br>Of the barren earthly bond. <br>He loved to sleep <br>With his unborn son<br>He loved to talk and play<br>With the yet not born son<br>As none could enslave<br>As none could persecute<br>As none could chain<br>His yet to be born son! <br>She loved her daughter<br>To be in the womb<br>And not to advance<br>From embryo to fetus<br>As she never longed<br>Her daughter to fly<br>Like a butterfly<br>Loitering the flowery garden! <br>She talked to her daughter<br>Whose tickling heart<br>In the womb stuttered<br>And yearned for a lullaby<br>To sleep in dreams! <br>Her humming of lullaby<br>Was like a wailing<br>That made her daughter<br>Lose the sleep and the balm! <br>She faced the vultures<br>With shocking flutter of wings<br>That hook her daughter<br>In its sharp nails! <br>She talked to her<br>Not born daughter<br>Not to take birth<br>As birth is burden<br>And an unending ordeal! <br>He and she decided<br>To perish the love flowering <br>And to part to embrace<br>The pain of love broken<br>For not to father a son! <br>For not to mother a daughter!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Vadakkumpurath+Ramesan">Vadakkumpurath Ramesan</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=580356" data-title="To Unborn Son And Daughter de Vadakkumpurath Ramesan" data-description="Love not the son less But he loved the son Not to be born and burned In the turbulence And pathos and chaos Of the barren earthly bond. He loved to sleep With his unborn son He loved to talk and play With the yet not born son As none could ensla..."></div> </div> </div>

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