The Unborn

The womb is it's world,
The birth is near;
Everyone is talking to it,
Yet it's mother's heartbeat is all it can hear.
In the world of pre-life,
Time passes in dreaming;
Although it's being loved,
It doesn't have any feelings.
The eyes don't open,
But soon they will see the light;
The father will be ecstatic,
The mother will cry tears of joy.
The wait has been long,
And ahead lies a life;
But just like everyday ends at midnight,
The unborn will live to die.

Vinod Iyer