The future is not
What we should be afraid of
For it is a pregnant woman
Only that its gestation period
Is revealed not to any man
It may deliver a boy Or a girl
A Child Or twins, triplets Or more
And even a stillbirth
But this can not be the end of the world
The futurre is not
What we should be afraid of
Rather be weary of a tiny voice
From inside us
Giving us a cord
Tethering us to despair
This is the ghost of our fright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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