Wednesday, April 6, 2011

Dear Ma,
You gave me your blood,
And nourished me.
Loved the world outside through you.
Loved the music, the fragrance,
The tastes, which you loved.
I loved you so much then,
Still loving you.
My heart started to beat
In rhythm with yours.
The dampness of your tears
Burnt my reedy heart
Then you decided to stop mine.
Yours still beats.
But not for me.
Dreamed about the long vistas
Of a beautiful life.
But you…
Shut the door..
Before this pistillate flower;
This female imp..
But why??

Your unborn daughter.

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