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Her serene crooning, like birdsongs of midnight
Entwined with my being triggered my ability to grow
With hands caressing my unformed form
My inner joys somersault with glee
Swaddled with hope, she dreams of a new morrow
With numinous sounds of messy blabbers
Alas! My being was shred, a mishmash of crimson blob
Rippling of ember-red dots of unvoiced emotions
Muddled with the blurry lines of logic
Her deafening silence is yet to speak
Of the injustice and of the insurmountable grief
With her lullabies, I once turned and twirled
Within her in a snug and warm space
Dreaming of a new bond!
Sliding into different worlds,
I still yearn for her comforting lullabies
In my dreams, the silhouette of the bond
Still persists on ashen graves of female feticide!
