{"id":15125,"date":"2014-06-08T11:34:26","date_gmt":"2014-06-08T10:34:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bhutaneseliterature.com\/?p=15125"},"modified":"2019-12-14T18:49:14","modified_gmt":"2019-12-14T17:49:14","slug":"unborn-child-and-the-wishes-heshe-had","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bhutaneseliterature.com\/unborn-child-and-the-wishes-heshe-had\/","title":{"rendered":"Unborn child and the wishes he\/she had"},"content":{"rendered":"
\"Poetess\"<\/a>
Poetess<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

Hemanta Acharya<\/strong>
\nSydney, Australia<\/strong><\/p>\n

I wish!<\/p>\n

The day I came into my mum’s tummy,
\nI wished I could come out into the beautiful world,
\nTo taste the changing nature, variety of living creatures
\nAnd of course enjoy
\nBut my misfortune, I was just a small bump, unborn.<\/p>\n

It was my very first kick in mum’s tummy when I first
\nWished I could come out into the universe and kick football
\nTo become like Lionel Messi and David Beckham
\nAnd of course learn more new skills, influence and inspire all over
\nBut my misfortune, I was just a small bump, unborn.<\/p>\n

The pain my mum bared every second to cope with my expanding nature
\nWas the day I wished I could come out into the world,
\nTo fill the pain of every mum with excitement and new hope
\nAnd definitely paint their life with rainbow of happiness
\nBut my misfortune, I was just a small bump, unborn.<\/p>\n

My mum’s frequent whispers of helplessness hearing the news of discrimination and rape cases
\nWas the moment I really wished I was alive
\nTo become like Nelson Mandela and Opera Winfrey,
\nBring positive changes in the society, country and the world
\nand yes! encourage each individual to fight for their rights and be a symbol of justice
\nBut my misfortune, I was just a small bump, unborn.<\/p>\n

That pinches in my mum’s tommy when my mum dreamed of me becoming a doctor,
\nWasn’t just her dream, but was my goal
\nTo treat lifelong diseases and prevent premature deaths
\nAnd no doubt to bring happiness in the face of their families and relatives
\nBut my misfortune, I was just a small bump, unborn.<\/p>\n

Those sorrowful moments of my dad, seeing the orphans running around the street for a single bite of food and one sip of water,
\nWas the thing that really urged me to become like Angelina Jolie
\nTo be an umbrella for shelter, water to drink and food to eat
\nAnd of course, provide love and support
\nBut my misfortune, I was just a small bump unborn<\/p>\n

The moment I turned non- living bump wrapped around
\nBy dead cells just in the form of another wastes,
\nWas the only day that my wishes were shattered, goal remained unfulfilled,
\nAnd my parent’s joy and excitement disappeared for forever with my disappearance.<\/p>\n

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