My Child

I come to thee my love
You I left long behind
Betrayed you time and again

I always come to you in pain
Left alone in this hedonist world
Lynched by damsels of love.
Who leave when they
meet thier Princes
and pack thier boxes
with disgust and hatred
as if love was their burden

Yes you whispered long back
"I am an idiot"
Before Dostoevsky told me
In his prophecy

You have been barren
all this years
waiting patiently calling me

Let me lie beside you
and make once more love
and let one more child
comes out from your womb

May we show our child
to the world
through the window
of our blog.