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Please listen! I want to tell you something,
I'm a foetus! You can't ignore me like anything.
You're frawning? Thinking how can I talk?
Listen to me first, then you may walk!
One day you're like me, surely you've forgot,
Now you've grown up and you've got a lot.
You know one thing? Somedoby wants me to die,
Believe me! Here not a single word is a lie!
I can't wait too long, my time is going to finish,
If you don't hear me certainly I'mbound to perish.
I can't walk, speak; I found this guy to write,
Some of my words before death, do I have the right?
Peoples are executed when they're blamed for murder,
You all know that, this is the type of law and order.
But now if someone kills me by giving an order-
Who will be punished for not to do this further?
A baby can cry; I can't even make a sound,
I talk in your conscience where you have found.
Everyone can't surmise, atleast you please hear,
Please don't kill me; Please spare my life dear!
Let me live on this earth! First let me born,
Before that why you hate me? Why such scorn?
Are the famous peoples became such in a day?
Didn't they require a lot of time to get this way?
How you've become sure that I won't be like them?
You want to kill me? Fie! Pity for you! Shame!
All these noble people were nothing but a foetus,
They were also shapeless drops of merely some mucus!
If they were slained before the time they born,
For whom you would wait to get everything adorn?
Why you want to kill me? What I have done wrong?
You are not my foe so far I know for a term long.
Why are the doctors for? Aren't they for saving a life?
Or to cut the hands, legs of an embryo with a knife?
I'm swimming around happily in my mother's womb,
I'm very weak, vulnerable, feeble and also deef and dumb.
You are not a doctor, I can't consider you as a human being,
You are a coward and a killer of an innocent bantling.
What made you jealous and what made me your eyeshore?
You are so mean inhuman, and a detrimental vile poor!
You didn't give my life then who are you to take it?
By killing me, Oh doctor! what will be your benefit?
Don't go away! I've still soemthing more to tell you dear,
And you have to listen and you must not fear.
If you're also aborted then where would be your power?
Where would be your shouting; where would be your carrier?
If you have that guts, then create only a single soul-
Otherwise don't take it and laugh as a silly droll.
If you are a human being then you must feel guilty,
Don't kill a foetus if you are left with a bit of humanity.