Don’t be born my child,
Know, with what
The face of the earth
Is waiting for you
No light would be spread,
No smile would be unfurled,
Listen for a time when you feel
The sound of explosion as music
Here would not be calm and quiet
Unrest would rule the roost
Remember, you will have to learn
The lessons of unexpectedness
Ensure you will not burn even in fire
Explosions could occur any time
You will have to do a tight ropewalk
Over the bridge of thread
Sun will not rise up,
Men will not wake up
First sight each morning
Would be of dead bodies
Stoves will not be lit up
Bellies will not be filled up
Still, the air will be engulfed
With black smoke, don’t suffocate
Man and man will not
Get along with each other,
Blood will flow like rivers,
Save yourself from drowning
No dolls or toys to play
You will have to put up
Your life amongst
The guns and bombs
You will not find any faces,
Expect only masks
Everybody will keep knives
Watch out for yourself
No tears or sympathies left
The beauty of the earth
Will become barren
Try not to be sad
No kindness in the hearts
Not a drop of water will be left
Even in the womb of the sea of love
Don’t be desperate
There is not a better place for you
Than the womb of your mother
You know my child,
You know…
Don’t be born my child,
Know, with what
The face of the earth
Is waiting for you.
By Ismail Meladi
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