Monday 16 April 2018

SHE

II. Baby

The chapter closed or open,
The problem solved or raise,
Voice raising inside, raising inside.
One vanish and another coming beside.

She born in gloom ,
But alas! On the cheek around,
The heaven had fall,
She escapes, she escapes.

Leave in lurch, not to search,
What she needs,
The woolen apparels,
The milk, the necessary needs.

Cry, cry, lot she cry,
Who hear and who will come near?
There is no sympathy for the red bubbly,
Eyes arise up toward, no one to see forward.

Take water, and keep quite,
No time to make shelter behind,
You is she because you don’t feel,
That we will be kind.

What is she?
A small baby.
Needs mother feeding,
But they have no feeling.

Bones need soft touch,
Of mother oily hands,
But the little one,
Is being cramped, cramped.

Why this crime is being?
She is also human being.
Born in she is crime,
Treated like culprit.

She flows for a long ago,
How much life will ado?
How she will sail?
How! She will save?

What about the many she?
Which floats from time to time?
Who gain or who loss?
When all the boundaries she will cross.

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