Another child? Eyebrows raised. Our Eyelids sank Ashamed! Depths of her womb cringed, Two sad gasps echoed. Umbilical chord, a tight rope Amniotic liquid, dessert of poison. Hands Unloved, Unkissed.
Tag: Society
Poem: It’s My World Too
Giving love to his love in secret, the gay man quipped, “It's my world too.”
