Sleep unborn in natures rest
The fruit within my womb
I, who should be the life of you,
Can offer only your watery tomb

And dig your grave before your birth
For now I can't you keep
Your father denies your fate to live
He does not hear you weep

Shed not another tear for you
I have shed enough for two
What use is brine that so free flows
When your moments linger few

I have no one to turn to now
Except to whom silent sees
Bear witness to this crime so foul
And judge not harshly me

This world is cruel and crueler still
Is the one who maintains not
The promise on the night you lived
Now he kills what he begot

~Sujata~
 

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