As I lay here enclosed
Enjoying this pleasant warmth
What becomes of me when exposed
To the outside world of wrath?
Oh! My dear baby unborn
The world itself is as pregnant as I am
There are moments for pleasure and moments to mourn
This is as true as the marks on the palm
Is it true that life is Cruel?
So I heard even before I was conceived
Mum please tell me if it’s real
So that in life I will never be deceived
Dear baby in few weeks time you’ll breathe your first air
Then gradually the reality you seek will unfold
Be God fearing and dedicated-life may be fair
My heart is filled with advice untold
Okay mum no more will I ask
Time there was when you were also in your mum’s womb
Without fear I’ll carry the task
And the inscription of my deeds shall be borne by my tomb.