To my Unborn Child

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Here’s a protest poem by Anoucheka. It transcends from the personal and individual plane to the realm, in .

Learn to sustain yourself
But also, learn to give to your surroundings
Learn to hand out an arm
To allow Earth, herself, to hold on to
Be not so selfish
As to spit everywhere
And laugh
When others slip on it
Be not so needy
As to take more than you need
And remain indifferent
When you see others needing same!

Yes, my child
Be such that Earth herself
Would deem it just
To open her and allow you to reside in it
For dear shall she deem you to be
Be such that eyes light up
When you cross their paths
For they shall sense that you are the drop
That they needed all this time to clear their vision
Be such that souls feel lighter
When they cross your aura
For they shall know that you have come from afar
And only to help them cross with you, the sea of nothingness
To reach there where you come from!

Yes, learn to , as if your mission is not yourself
But the transformation of Earth
See, Earth is torn by ills
She needs a cure
Be the one to cure
Be the one she needs
Be the one to seduce her
Be the one to her
Be the one to allow her sustainability
So others find peace and solace in her womb

Pray, this is what I shall say
To the child that I have not yet birthed
These words, being the sole gems
That I would wish to see adorning him or her
These words, being the sole gems
That I wish to see adorning every child of Earth!

©Anoucheka Gangabissoon

 Photo from the internet.

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Anoucheka Gangabissoon is a primary school educator in Mauritius. She writes poems and short stories on a wide range of subjects. She publishes regularly on online poetry sites and manages her own poetry blog. She has published a collection of poems in print, in her country, titled “Awakened Fancies.”