One thought with you I leave
It all started with our Eve
To create and propagate
One medium is all we need
It is a palace of glam
Border with soul and damn
It craves and satisfies
It is house to many vice
Adam also had one dear
He was not blessed I fear
If a life is not born
Then it is termed plain
The purpose of a uterus
Is to save a bit of genus
If that life is not born
Then it remains a torn
Cloth used up for pleasure
A mere birth with questions
Yet no one cares to answer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A thoughtful poem indeed