Prega Elly


Carrying a baby in my womb is the feeling I never explore
Exciting is my life as I am ready for this chore

Life in my womb is awaiting to meet the world
Smile on that tiny face is yet to be observed

Walking with a life inside has to be wary
Bliss within a pretty face is all I carry

Carrying a baby in my womb is the feeling I never explore
Fortunate is my life, I so need this chore

Stepping ahead fossicking for some nourishment
Looking for food for the pair lives enrichment

Oh what a grace, it seems a fresh pineapple
Feels as if I found treasure in a castle

Smelling the fruit gives me a boost
Perhaps it has to reach baby’s root

Carrying a baby in my womb is the feeling I never explore
Content is the feeling within to nourish this chore

Grateful to the man for this meal of the day
Having it with joy wagging the tail may this go a hay

Hunger was on fire felt something that lit
A hidden cracker in my pie was something that hit

The burning sensation is all I could swallow
Oh the pain , the baby’s breath turned a hollow

Carrying a baby in my womb is the feeling I never explore
Oh my child sorry I couldn’t cure

Breathless body just interrogate the one
How inhuman the accused had turn

A tiny world I carried with a small chin
Speaks no more but gives a sin

Oh the humans, how brutal have you turned
Your demonic acts would never be undone

Carrying a baby in heaven with my deadly route
Inhumanity would serve you with your filled fruit !

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