The Unborn


His arms were cold,
but his heart still warm.
The mother truly felt the beats
even though he was still born.


Covert Hands

The soothing voice of the winds sung me lullabies every night,

freezing it may seem but the ground was warm enough for me.

The sweetness of the fruits presented the essence of true love I missed.

I too had glistening stickers on the ‘sky roof’, they all glinted and gifted me goodnight kisses.

My mother may have left me but mother nature feels me,

she heals me and says I will protect you, my child, I will cherish you for yours is a precious life.