Unborn

A little heart beats within that warm womb, Away from the darkness of reality,

It shimmers like the treasure hidden in a tomb,Lighting up a path of serenity.

Transforming itself everyday, Into being one of it’s kind,

Nurturing hopes on which our dreams lay,Unaware of the fact that time can never rewind.

It has to learn how to fight, The demons that’ll tire it every night

It has to learn how to love, To turn a vulture into a dove.

It equips a space within a heavenly abode, It bears no fear of the Satan,

Determined to face the sinister road, Is a braveheart that can!

Over the time it has moulded itself, from a seed to a blooming flower,

A wish I ask for this tiny elf May Almighty turn all his pain into power.

May it be blessed with eyes letting him discover every disguise

And ears that would perceive, The cries of every unaided Adam and Eve.

And a voice of authority, that could turn the gray into vivacious

A flawless heart of clarity, And a charm of the grandest diamonds, so precious.