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The Unborn Child
by Aparna Chatterjee
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  She said to me:
Mother, do you love me?
Yes, my dear, I did say back
She said to me:
Mother, do you want me?
Yes, my love, I cried back
She said to me:
Mother, when and how?
I said to her:
Never ever dear,
only in my dreams,
You are here'

You are my wish
That may never come true
Thanks to the Man,
Who never wished to'

My daintiest darling,
looked at me,
and did ask me:
Who is it, Mother,
Who doesn't want me?
Tell Him: being born of love,
I'll only love, and love ever more,
Him and Thee, and this world for sure'

Tears streaming'
Heart wrenching out'
I said to her,
It is, your daddy dear,
Who doesn't want you'
He loathes you, and loathes me too,
to make my dream ever come true.

So, my loveliest princess,
Let me cradle you'
hold you to my bosom,
and lovingly kiss you,
in my dreams'
The Reality is too harsh,
For you to be born'

So forgive me, my dear
You are mummy's dream
That can never come true'
Thanks, to your daddy dear,
Who can never give you'
To Me.

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July 17, 2005
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