Sleep well,my child
Oh!my purest,dearest soul!
The World is full of terrors
but Mamma will protect you from it in whole!
Dream, my child
Of the Flowers,the Moon and the beautiful sea
Don’t you open your eyes,
There is nothing good in this World for you to see
Move, my child
kick with all glee
There are no restrictions, no fear
Unlike in this World of misery
Love, my child
with all your little heart
Remember,your father died for it
Ensuring us safety when times grew dark
Enjoy, my child
the last month is here
Soon you’ll be out
In this World that enjoys nothing but the sight of a falling tear
Shush, my child
oh,what do I see,
they have reached here too,
the demons with their terrible machinery.
Pray, my child
the stories of their rapes and inhumanity be untrue.
When Mamma begs for mercy,
atleast they spare you.
Glue your ears, my child
I don’t want you to hear my last cry
Two shots through my chest
sated,they have left me to die.
Push, my child
The lights have begun to fade
I’ll shout the remaining of my lungs with pleas
but doubt the dead will come to our aid.
Remember, my child
Your parents tried
Alas you’ll die in me
before you’ve even cried.
Sleep well, my child…
*The poet has tried to comprehend the incomprehensible suffering of a pregnant woman in the unfortunate country (during the current horrid times) of Syria
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