Impregnated - 02
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Subhas Chandra Chakra
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Little did I know then
If these little urges to write
Something,
Somewhere,
Anytime,
Was but like the first vomits
That often follow pregnancy.
Yes..
May be I was
Impregnated.
And I can never escape
The birth of a baby
Off me, my womb,
Whether I allow it to grow
Into a full grown
and mature one
Or deprive it,
Just try to miscarry-
I have to deliver it
with a pain,
The pain of delivering
My first poem.
Bu şiiri puanla
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