The Eclipse in Womb

Soon I die, my soul search anxiously
a place to hide.
I saw my deceased mother who was Re-born
in the city of Western Virginia, the united states of America.
She has already married to a Philanthropist!
Mom is very beautiful like an actress.
But no children.
I talked to her 'Mom! it's me, can't you recognize; Oh! I am sorry
Your mother tongue is entirely different'.
Anyway she became pregnant quickly.
Father is very happy and brings everything; whatever she wants
but for me the embryo is a perfect hell.
I am in a dark pond of the Womb
and instead of flowers I see the intestine.
When she drinks tea I feel hot
and she takes cold; Oh! it's like in north pole.
I have to suffer for nine months in this sachet.
It's a very long period.
Mom! I sniff your tasty breast milk
and I hope you deliver me to this sacred World safely.
Do you remember my name Mom!
and I am sure you give the same to this naughty boy?

To the young poetess Starr.Williams

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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