The Song Of Dying Unborn Baby Poem by Dhal Bahadur Jirel

Life is beautiful if the world would know
There would be no sin and no crime grow
My father would not be that cruel and low
My mother would not kill me and throw.

Almighty father, let me live till I sing a song
In my loud voice sweetly among the throng.


I know my journey is difficult ahead
I will have a pain and no one to read
None will be helping me in my need
This is the last desire that I do plead

Almighty father, let me live till I am strong
Until I pack my empty bag and tie my thong

I know she surely will endure her pain
There will be, spring and another rain
She will be healed and happy again
So let me break this desolated chain.

Almighty father, you know I'm dying young
My days are deleted and nothing to long.

Almighty father, let me live till I sing a song
In my loud voice sweetly among the throng.