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By: Dwit David Philip

I conceived and carried you for nine months,
I delivered you the day you are born,
I had sleepless night when you are in womb,
It was always good, when kicking and beating my pregnant womb

Today you are grown up struggling around for survival,
The world is your new womb with, heat, water, wind and society is the addition.

Sorry beta I thought
You are delivered for ever

Be stong quickly to deliver,
Before the time I have heavenly call.


Dwit David Philip is a development practitioner with World Vision India. He has double Masters Degrees with LLB and a PDRM from Xavier Institute of Management, Bhubaneswar. In his spare time, he reads and writes poetry in English. He grew up in Bhawanipatna, Odisha in India.

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