Pain and joy
Conflict of a dual life
The first drop of warm blood
Heals all the wound and pain
First look quenched my soul's thirst
An unending joy of my heart..
No more lullaby to listen for new lives
Screams of men, chaos of artillery
Winds don't carry the fragrance of flowers
It smells the stench of death
Streams taste of tears of mothers and orphans
My breast parched, grieves in pain
Beneath the crushed stones and bricks
Beneath the rotting flesh of my offspring
My womb shivers and sinks slowly down
in the cold blood that I parted to them
An unending pain of a womb.
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