If only, an unborn baby had emotions, thoughts, could visualize images, hear sounds, the rush of the world outside … These would be the expressions by the little one. Its desire to exist.
A Plea for Survival
To bathe in the rays of the sun
Let me live...
To cherish the warmth in papa’s hug
Let me live...
To spot the glow in mama’s eyes
Let me live...
To lie quietly, enfolded in brother’s arms
Let me live...
Above all...
To dwell in the creation of Creator
Let me live...
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