Some people suffer with no child, To get that boon they have failed. Due to this they undergo sorrow, As they face a sad tomorrow. Planning in advance is wise,
Having abortion is not at all nice.
They formed a love-agreement
After developing a kind sentiment
Together they showed involvement
By canceling totally all resentment
Rules of love are God's enactment
They praised God via this compliment
They found one day the improvement
Which enjoyed a faster development
She called it as life's betterment
And wanted to live with commitment
He felt it would hinder life's management
And wanted it not under his government
She wanted in life a safe settlement
She regarded it as a holy increment
He viewed it as a dangerous detriment
She felt its arrival highly imminent
As to their lives, it was a sacred complement
He wanted to cut it from body-compartment
She could not win him in the argument
Now I lie dead in a dustbin on the pavement
My father's speech was very pleasant
My mother was beautiful, but innocent
She wanted her life to be decent
Sincerity was in my father absent
He got her wholehearted consent
Initially my mother did resent
She wanted to in fact prevent
My conception so as not to repent
In thoughts her time she spent
In his desire father was adamant
His ideas he could implement
In a way he was highly ignorant
My mother called me a precious present
But my father wanted not to be a parent
Though my mother did fervently represent
Father was too much in his views dominant
Together they broke a holy covenant
They could have placed me in a convent
About their love I was damn confident
It is proved that I am totally imprudent.
M V VENKATARAMAN
Poetry by mvvenkataraman
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Written on 2010-03-06 at 13:49
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Having abortion is not at all nice.
Absorption Of The Shocks Of Abortion
They formed a love-agreement
After developing a kind sentiment
Together they showed involvement
By canceling totally all resentment
Rules of love are God's enactment
They praised God via this compliment
They found one day the improvement
Which enjoyed a faster development
She called it as life's betterment
And wanted to live with commitment
He felt it would hinder life's management
And wanted it not under his government
She wanted in life a safe settlement
She regarded it as a holy increment
He viewed it as a dangerous detriment
She felt its arrival highly imminent
As to their lives, it was a sacred complement
He wanted to cut it from body-compartment
She could not win him in the argument
Now I lie dead in a dustbin on the pavement
My father's speech was very pleasant
My mother was beautiful, but innocent
She wanted her life to be decent
Sincerity was in my father absent
He got her wholehearted consent
Initially my mother did resent
She wanted to in fact prevent
My conception so as not to repent
In thoughts her time she spent
In his desire father was adamant
His ideas he could implement
In a way he was highly ignorant
My mother called me a precious present
But my father wanted not to be a parent
Though my mother did fervently represent
Father was too much in his views dominant
Together they broke a holy covenant
They could have placed me in a convent
About their love I was damn confident
It is proved that I am totally imprudent.
M V VENKATARAMAN
Poetry by mvvenkataraman
Read 470 times
Written on 2010-03-06 at 13:49
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