Unwanted

Burying the child into the  moist earth,
Know one can  hear the screams.
The child is alive and breathing!
Getting only nourishment from the earth.

I’ll never know the warmth of your bosom.
Nor will I taste the milk from your flesh
Or to hear the soothing rhythm of your heart beat

I’ll never know what living is.
Because, mommy, You did not want me.