Do you not see my baby sleeps?
He lies still in a dreamless slumber,
Speak in whispers, Oh, bring down the din!
For my heart lies cold and encumbered.
My baby sleeps, his visage at rest
His pallid body in my lithe arms,
But he feels so lifeless, it breaks me!
I hold his tiny fist in my palms.
He came into the world, all silent
My Momma-ears ached to hear him cry
My hostile womb became his grim grave
Could he have lived once before he died?
My questions will remain unanswered
My days emptied, bereft of color,
But if you could do me one favour?
Change these blue walls; make it duller.