Her eyes scoured through their joyful exclamations
She realized the cause of their elation
She felt apathetic at her creation!
Though she had succumbed to their expectations
Accepted to slay those unborn editions
That could have been many of her sweet versions
But couldn’t for, she wasn’t given affirmation
Her womb was used to fulfill their ambitions
Much later, her wish was their aggravation
For the boy bore the souls of all cessations
That came alive without any affectation.
