Lumps Of Blood
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The lumps of blood go down the drain
Without the chance to love
To feel the pain
Snuffed out before bloom
The world doesn't have enough room!
For the conceived never brought to light
None to shed a tear at the unborn's plight
Begotten unintended from sudden emotion
Their departure is silent without commotion
As silent as the cries that swell in the heart
Of the women bleeding inside
And breaking apart!
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