At the silent hour of the night,
Here comes the long awaited moment,
Disturbance from deep inside the womb,
Others come from the head,
Though some insist and come from the legs,
But here a mysterious child of God,
Refusing both head and legs,
But prefer the buttock,
And the voice long hidden wakes the creatures,
Then the sun got hotter than ever,
Indicating that the long awaited child has arrived.
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Author:
Annasthecia Joy Bissan (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem talks about how differenly a child was born from the normal or usual way that is generally known. The Mysterious things about this birth is that the child was born at home without any hospital attention.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
I was born at only home,
But, by seeing YouTube,
Some do delivery of baby,
But it is highly dangerous,
Better to go the hospital,
For a very safe delivery,
I like this poem truly,
As simple words are used !
Yea actually hospital is the best, because specialist are there to give proper attention. And that is what makes this child a mysterious child, born at home and yet didn't come out the usual way.
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