A fantastic
journey
You came to us , after cozy
Imprisonment
in mother’s
Smoothly walled
chambers,
Full-blown after ten months
Or premature
as in some cases;
Could you
float and see albumen and blood?
me also,
poised in the same question,
the tough
passage was for mother
an ordeal
and indescribable rebirth for both ;
not a ghost from tomorrow, but make
and remake
of recent and yesteryears’
glue and picture kicking out of the chamber.
Oblivious of
the hazards of outside world.
You are
galloping from timeless and silence
To cacophony
and disporder,where life is
A null and
chaos and cutthroat competition.
A world
where life is only a shadow and unreal.
Wondering at
the creation and wonder is not the word.
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