new born

he sits there today
what could it be
he sits there today
what would i see

his wife on the table
Laying dazed
the look on his face
stunned in a maize

she has to push
here feet far apart
i see his head
it looks like the tip dart

they pull him out
and i go pail
he looks like a corps
my heart feel betrayal

they slap him twice
and i hear a storm
my face lights up
for my new baby is born.




Poetry by kaashif
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Written on 2007-03-07 at 07:41

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