How Would I Say Azaan To My Unborn Child Poem by Mohammad Younus

How would I say azaan to my unborn child,
the first words to be told him,
after getting the first slap in the world,
when lynching mobs are waiting to welcome him,
with blood-dripping swords and firearms?

He was safe and secure inside,
pure, peaceful, and calm,
still known to eternity, with eternity, in eternity.

Coming out of my flesh, he will surely see
the sun showering the dark light of pathos and chaos.
He will see the sky, bereaved stars shedding tears
from their twinkling eyes.
He will see the blood moon,
dyed and drenched in the blood of humankind.

How can I welcome the unborn child on this earth?
Why should he be another person to swallow
the darkness of this crying earth?

I am scratching my face to see him coming

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