From the heart of flowers, had spring seen light
Just the moment I was granted my first sight;
After living for nine months deep in a sea
Where blindness was all I could see.
Her running beats played my only rhyme
That I had to hear days long to pass the snoring time.
Like a ball squeezed with no mercy, I had to act
Praying yet unable to reach any God was then a fact;
Praying to Drift gently and soon spread wings out
At least to witness how would sound my very first shout
Decades slowly, slowly slipped away
Finally arrived the wanted day
Yes!! It’s my time to be born; the Doctor said.
Mammy’s torn in pain; over the white sheets bled & bled.
Her endless cries drove me pretty scared,
But never mind, selfishly I sighed, soon I’ll be as free as a bird
Moments for me, yet centuries for her they were
Till bloomed the tiniest flower under January’s prime care
Oh I still remember how it was so cold
Till Mama paid a tender hold;
Glittering she was in pink
And all I needed was; in her Lap to sink
For her torn womb, simply, can’t I sew
Yet I may sip her warmth like does a butterfly to dawn-dew.
Now after centuries I see I’d sinned; wishing to leave her safe womb
…Life is vanity; spent in an extremely huge tomb…