LIFE
The
womb..........held me with the strong bonds of motherly love.
Little delicate fingers caught....
The delicate walls of my first abode...the womb.
Was pushed out of there...A voice softly said...
Dear baby.... your times up.
The warmth of the mothers lap replaced the warmth of the watery womb.
Time flowed softly n subtly.... n lo... got pushed off again...
Said a loving voice....Baby you got to learn...to be strong....
Coz this world is for the fittest.
I crawl, I walk, I stumble, and I fall.
A tear rolls down her eyes.... but no helping hand she extends.
She prepares me for this ruthless world,
This morbid world, and this competitive world
I attain youth, strength, n am all worldly wise.
Hey no. I'm pushed off ...for the last time
A serene and soft voice says...my child come back to me...
Your times up...there on the earth.
You have suffered enough.... come back in my ever-loving arms.
I extend my outstretched arms.... am engulfed in everlasting peace.
My last abode I reach.
~Sonali S.C~
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