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Pleas of a Babe from the Womb!

Oh, daddy, can you hear my voice?
To be your child was just God’s choice;
Allow me please to make first noise,
And God will add to you both, joys.

Come to my rescue, dear father;
Permit me to be born, mother;
I long to see the world God made,
Like you, before I start to fade.

Oh, mummy, am I unwanted?
My pleas to you go ungranted;
The love of God put me in here;
The love of man, I see nowhere!

I beg of you, my parents two;
I am your very own child too;
I am your flesh and blood also;
Give me a chance to see both, oh!

How unkind can my parents be?
I am like them in ways every;
God grant them sense to allow me,
To be born well, like them freely.

God gave me life;
God gave me a soul;
God made me too whole;
But I’m afraid, my thread of life,
May get the knife!

Dedicated to all unborn babes;
‘May their souls rest in peace! ’
'May God forgive their parents' sin.'

poem by John Celes
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What Children Want Their Parents to do …?

Allow me to be born, mother –
Into the world, God made;
And let me glorify my Lord
In life, before I fade!

Allow me to grow well, father,
Into a healthy child;
And let me do great feats on earth,
Unlike a flow’r in wild!

Give me some special love, mother,
And nurture me with care;
Do spend enough time with your child –
‘I am your earthen-ware! ’

Protect me father, while I’m young,
Support my life’s bare needs;
I do not want to be orphaned,
Or taught to do misdeeds!

Take care of all my wants, parents,
Climb me up life’s ladder;
The modern world gives bleak chances;
Keep me always gladder!

Help me to walk and run and play;
Help me to stand erect;
Help me to talk and read all day;
Help me to be perfect.

Do hug me, kiss me, embrace me;
Don’t cane me unfairly;
Bathe me, dress me and keep me clean;
Let me do things freely!

Oh, do not neglect me parents;
I need you by my side;
Until I’m old enough to stand
Alone, and in God abide!

Help me to realize my God,
In everything I do;
Oh, let me serve my Maker well,
Through fellowmen, and you.

Help me to show my love for you:
I am your flesh and bones;
Bless me that I may tend to you
When old, in moans and groans!

Look after me like your parents
Bestowed on you, their love;
This is the duty, God expects
All parents to do, prove!

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‘Pro-choice’ Versus ‘Pro-life’!

A teen mother has made her choice
Of smothering a little voice,
Within her womb, without a noise-
So that, she can always rejoice!

A raped victim wants abortion;
She will not give for adoption;
She has no other safe option:
The Pill had failed- her dejection.

‘Pro-choice’ is ‘roads to Perdition’;
Abortion ushers Damnation,
And Maker’s abomination;
Accursed will be such a nation.

‘Pro-life’ is road of right nation;
Heav’n is put in jubilation:
Good mom’s role and adulation;
An unborn soul’s adoration!

A life allowed by God on earth,
Must go on to a normal birth,
And give its parents intense mirth:
‘Pro-life’ is heaven’s choice and worth!

‘Each child that’s born is gift of God;
Abortions will invite His rod;
Pro-life will always get His nod,
Although at times, it appears odd! ’

When blood is shed within the womb,
In preventing the ‘baby-boom’,
The unborn’s pleas can never die-
All excuses are but a Lie.

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Lamentations of an Abortus

God knew me ev’n before I was conceived;
He blessed me to be formed wholesome in womb;
He had great ideas for me to do;
I was so eager therefore, to be born.

Just when I was all set to be born live,
I knocked the womb’s door. My mom did not heed;
I knocked for long and pleaded to be born;
How I wished to make my parents happy!

I longed to see my daddy and my mom;
I yearned to be fondled and kissed by them;
I loved to show the baby doll, I was;
My dreams were shattered: I was aborted!

Oh, mother dear, what folly had I done?
Did I ask God to be born as your son?
Was I not life like daddy and my mom?
I had been murdered for no crime of mine.

The love of God which formed me must be shocked;
How foolish men and women try to be;
They do not hesitate to kill their own;
How mean to kill the baby that’s unborn!

Forgive my mother’s mortal sin, O God!
For, if you don’t, she’s bound to land in hell;
Forgive my father’s iniquities, Lord;
Forgive them both; I wish they will REPENT.

O God, I pray to meet them in Heaven;
Shower your mercy on them both, O Lord;
Forgive them for their heinous crime and sin;
Control your wrath and forgive mom and dad.

This is my prayer to you Lord, O God;
This is my final wish for now, I’m dead;
Please spare my parents from your stern just rod;
Dear God, by devils, they were both misled!

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Pro-life…

I thank my mother,
Who brought me forth
Into the world,
God made, so bold.

And my dear father,
For doing his worth,
To raise me up,
With love-filled cup.

I admire them
For such strong faith,
And duty-minds -
Both rare are finds.

I was their child eighth,
Of ten children!
God blessed them well;
Their work was swell.

But had they stopped with
Just one or two,
Like how some did:
Oh, God forbid!

What lovely parents
They turned to be,
And lived all life,
Despite much strife

If not for them both
What would I be?
-An abortus
Or dead fetus!

The love of Maker,
Good parents give
To children all,
When they are small

Such children bring them
Blessings from God,
And intense mirth,
Right here on earth.

I thank you parents;
I thank you God,
For gift of birth,
And lovely earth.

Just think of parents
Who do abort,
Against God’s will,
By their weak will.

Their life will be filled
With emptiness;
Their guilt and sins
Makes life non-sense.

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Don’t Take My Life, My Dear Mother!

Don’t take my life,
My dear mother!
For heaven’s sake,
Please let me live!

Don’t take my life;
Give me a chance;
I’ve life like you;
I want to live.

Don’t take my life;
God’s love made me;
God talks to me,
And calls my name!

Don’t take my life;
The womb’s my home;
God feeds me well
And helps me grow.

Don’t take my life;
I yearn to live,
And see the world
That God has made.

Don’t take my life;
Do charity;
I’ll repay back
Your act of love.

Don’t take my life,
I want some love
From my parents;
So, spare me please!

Don’t take my life;
Do spare my frame;
The clay is baked;
It’s time for birth!

Don’t take my life
God has allowed;
I want to see
His lovely world.

Don’t take my life;
I’ll pay you well,
When I grow big,
And you turn old!

Don’t take my life,
My dear mother;
God will bless you
And too, father!

Don’t take my life,
Dear dad and mum;
Don’t turn the womb
Into my tomb!

Don’t take my life,
For God’s sake please;
My dear parents,
‘LET ME BE BORN! ’

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Infanticide (Infunticide?)

Oh, love me mother, I’m your son!
Oh, spare me father, this isn’t fun;
Oh, love me siblings, do not run;
Oh, save me God, I’m fully done!

My room is watery and quite dark;
I look now big and naked-stark;
I yearn to make my first cry soon;
I will not be a bane but boon!

The space is insufficient here;
I want to breathe like earthlings, air;
I want to see my parents dear;
I wish to feel their love and care.

Don’t flowers blossom in the wild?
My home, can I not so adorn?
I dreamt, I am an unborn child;
Oh, please allow me to be born!

I am a fully-grown fetus;
I wish to leave the uterus;
Let me not turn an abortus;
We beg you earthlings: ‘Don’t kill us! ’

My heart is sorrow, anguish-filled;
My neck is cut and head is drilled;
My pleas go wasted- I am killed;
Unborn, I die as if man-willed!

What tragedy has struck me fast!
Murdered in womb, I breathe my last;
I heard God call me by sweet name;
O God, forgive their sin of shame!

‘Each child’s a precious living doll,
That wants your love and not a pall;
God loves to forgive sinners all;
Repent; amend and heed His call! ’

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The Child in the Womb…

The child in the womb longs
To leave the darkness ’round,
And see the light of the world,
Created by God.

The child in the womb yearns
To breathe the lovely air
Of independent life,
Made by God.

The child in the womb wants
To move about with ease,
On planet earth’s terrain,
Meant for it.

The child in the womb waits
To show its cry of life,
And feel its mother’s warmth,
And parents’ love.

The child in the womb loves
To show its beauteous form,
That love of God gave it,
Free of cost!

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Who Must Take Care of Old-aged Parents?

Which child will care for parents when old-aged?
Which child will show compassion and respect?
Which child will find the time to talk kind words?
Which child reciprocates their affection?

Gone are the days of joint family system!
Gone is the sense of values in people!
Gone are the times when blood was quite thicker!
Gone with the wind is honouring parents!

Have parents not showered love on children?
Have they not slogged to give them life's comforts?
Have they not nursed them whenev'r they fell ill?
Have they not done their duties to their kids?

The world today is selfish to the core;
Children just want the wealth of parents old;
None volunteer to tend to old parents;
Children show scarce love to their parents dear!

What has then come upon children today?
Who should take care of parents, elderly?
Should not one's children take care of parents?
Much love seems lost in families these days!

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Abortion Revisited

The Sculptor makes each masterpiece,
With equal labor, love and care;
But human beings murder own,
Unlike the beasts, who know not God.

While many yearn for just one child,
And families on earth vanish,
As God denies the gift of child:
Yet, those with children kill offspring?

The Maker makes some wombs sterile;
The Maker makes some, more fertile;
What ruthless hearts dare murder babes-
That bear semblance to God Himself!

Don’t expect mercy from the Lord,
Who loves all creatures, great and small;
He gave man freedom and free will:
That is abused by earthlings still.

God hears the pleas of unborn babes,
(Who wish to see the world, God made)
All murdered by their own parents-
A treachery, deserving hell.

Behold the unborn’s curse shall bring
Unwanted woes and suffering,
That punishes generations,
However mighty are nations.

No species kill their very own!
All babies have freedom to live;
No human being kills by right,
Another in the human race.

Abortion is a heinous crime;
Procured abortion is a Sin;
All lives are lives in utero;
No one has right to abortion.

The baby in the womb has rights;
A life that’s formed by God in womb,
Has right to exist after birth!
To God, all lives are truly same!

Show me some beasts that kill offspring!
Don’t they struggle to rear their young?
Why human beings turn ‘beast-like,
When God is merciful to them?

The unborn child needs dignity;
Unwanted babies are God’s gems;
If you can’t spare your baby’s life,
God’s rod befalls you like a knife!

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X’mas

Born was a child in a manger;
Born was the son of God, the Father;
Born was the love of the Maker;
Born was for men, a Redeemer.

Born was a baby boy, a king;
Born was on earth a prophet great;
Born was the love of God in human form;
Born was a Messiah.

Born was a son of a carpenter;
Born was the king of Jews;
Born was the living God as flesh;
Born was a Savior.

Born was a babe, who brought,
Joy and peace to the world;
Born was a babe on a bed of hay,
As angels choirs kept singing on.

Born was the spotless Lamb of God
Who was to die on the cross;
Born was a divine child,
From the Virgin Mary’s womb!

Born was Lord Jesus Christ,
Who paid the price for our sins,
And by His death and resurrection,
Made it possible for sinners too,
To go to Heaven.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-2006

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Sonnet: World Children’s Plea

We are the children of the planet Earth,
Destined adults of the forthcoming years!
We doubt the safety of our very birth;
Our life exwomb is sad, bringing us tears.

We want the love that good parents can give;
We want the freedom to grow at our will;
We want to read, play, work and learn to live;
We want to be better citizens still!

Give us the chances to know about life;
Give us a world that will truly provide;
Give us the knowledge to counter our strife;
Give us the choice to worship, God abide.

Give us the love which your parents gave you;
Love us wholeheartedly, more than beasts do.

14-11-2000 by Dr John Celes
dedicated to the World Children’s Day

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The Woman as a Good Mother is Simply Great

All the flowers I may give,
Can’t make up for your love you gave,
When I was just a new-born child,
Dependent, defenseless in this world!

All the kisses I may plant
Can’t make up for those you gave me,
In times of joy and in distress,
And when I felt lonely a kid!

All the embracing I make
Cannot annul your caresses,
Encouraging, appreciating,
For the little things I did!

All the prayers I offer
Is dwarfed by your life-time effort,
In times of strife, while I was ill,
And hymns to God as thanksgiving!

All the love I may repay
Is naught, compared to what you gave,
While in your womb and afterwards –
My precious mum, you are so great!

Dedicated to all good mothers on Mother’s Day

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Sonnet: On Needless Abortions

If kill you will the human fetus child,
While still in mother’s womb with begun life,
You turn worse than a ruthless beast in wild,
That murders its own species with a knife!

You desecrate the sanctity of wombs;
You turn the birth-place of mankind to grave;
You’ve changed the cradle into bloody tombs;
You are no better than the men in cave.

The life God gave, no one dare take away;
The name God called, no one may change at all;
Transgressing God, you must one day repay;
The Maker hears the unborn’s plaintive call!

The parents who abort will get God’s rod;
The nation’s ruin comes sure with God’s word!

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Sonnet: Our World When Young...

Those days were fine when children young, we were,
And parents cared for us in all our needs;
We came to know a world that was unfair;
Yet, we were trained to sow only good seeds!

A time then came when we were separate,
With family of own, problems galore;
We learnt to stay off vice and sins to hate;
Though we were far better, we craved for more!

What parents did, we could not equalise;
Their performance remained always a feat!
Our sufferings then, we try to visualise;
Our former life was rather good and neat.

O thank You God for parents wonderful;
They toiled to make our lives so beautiful!

‘God bless our dear parents with heaven! ’

Most lovingly dedicated to our dear parents (late)
Mrs. Stella and Antoniswami, Old Chungam, CBE
By all their beloved children

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