MY DEAR DAUGHTER
(who
never was)
Perhaps
my womb had a view
And
so she never ventured out.
Perhaps
she might have seen
A
lot of people who are so mean.
Perhaps
she was aware of
the
thoughtless race for satiety
The
darkest despair of depravity.
Perhaps
she could feel
the
benumbed hearts of millions
The
mechanized brains of trillions.
Perhaps
she could see
That
we are a crowd possessed
By
that mindless urge to seek that extra mile.
Perhaps
her soul pined for release
To
enjoy the pleasant breeze
Unfettered
by the chains of time...
And this world was not her chosen path.
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