Nine months in the womb
although it is a temporary home
Secure in this sphere
A bit scared to be out of here
It is quite and peaceful
My mom, I am sure is beautiful
Cares for me like no other
At times, I feel like a bother
She tosses and turns in her sleep
I guess it happens when I leap
I try to be careful not to hurt her
After all she is my creator
She feeds me and keeps me warm
Ensures nobody causes me harm
Everyday I grow a new phase
Space here, now getting scarce
Soon I will be full term
time to move on and learn
Arrive, to see the world on my own
a journey, I hope would be fun
However, this journey as we all know
has all shades or joy and sorrow
A life to be lived as fated
many a times over elated
My responsibilities grow with time
I learn and grow in both body and mind
Time is short and dreams too many
the world forever seems in a hurry
It’s a struggle everyday
from sunrise to the end of the day
Life is a game for all to play
but beware there are no losers in this fray
This journey begins at the womb
only to end at the tomb
Baggage is not permitted
Space is Limited
You arrived with nothing
Hence, be prepared to leave behind everything.
She tosses and turns in her sleep I guess it happens when I leap I try to be careful not to hurt her After all she is my creator a cosey way in writes
This journey begins at the womb only to end at the tomb Baggage is not permitted Space is Limited You arrived with nothing Hence, be prepared to leave behind everything..................... yet it is great journey trudging the path over a circle, where it ends with mingling of dusts by genesis and dust resourced from death ultimate still we rave up in our ways to touch our moons hanging on hinges of the void by pure game, ......wonderful write by imagery yet there is deep flow of eloquence by ingenuity, philosophical too10+++, thanks for sharing
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I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Girija. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks