A letter from new born lips

A letter from new born lips

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Maa,

I'm just born prematured,

Your womb failed me to hold,

Were you not prepared before, I am there for.

Were you raped,

Or, you desired,

Or, you are married on cultural compulsion,

Feed me enough,

And hold me close and don't allow cold and cough,

Do you have enough,

That your stomach, heart, mouth now loves?

Papa...

Is he adult to carry all burden,

Or he too is immature and small?

If not, 

End me off,

Both of your problems will resolve,

Now, I need milk, warmth and love,

Maa, start this, if you are tender, to a  new born,

All remaining will follow on,

It's a letter from the lips of your new born.

*****

(Dedicated to premature babbies and mothers)

Dwit David Philip

Chaibasa, Jharkhand

5/11/2022

9437104 303

klddavid@rediffmail.com