‎Abiku

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‎Abiku...

‎Gracefully, you walked the earth

‎Your steps,soundless as the wind.

‎Not a whisper,Not a trace.

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‎Abiku.....

‎You brought joy

‎to the barren woman

‎the one whose womb had known only silence.

‎Your cry was a song

‎she thought she'd never hear.

‎But like a dream…you vanished.

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‎Here you are again.

‎The fourth time.

‎Fourth!

‎Aren’t you weary of the journey

‎Of the coming and going?

‎Aren’t you tired of the pain you carry

‎each time you leave?

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‎Abiku.....

‎Yes....!

‎We long for joy, the kind that stays.

‎The kind that grows teeth

‎and calls us “Mama.”

‎Not joy that fades with the setting sun.

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‎So go….

‎Go, and do not return.

‎We no longer wish for joy

‎served on a tray of tears.

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