Life is a continuous series
Of birth and death.
To be born is the first stage
Of being alive.
As our mothers suffered
The birth pangs of our
Entrance into life
And accepted this as
The natural course
Of events so we continue,
To suffer the pangs of birth
As we grow and are reborn.
Again and again in our life time,
There is no escaping the next
Pangs of birth.
They are a natural course
Of life events and signal
A transition from a world
We are comfortable in
To a new world that makes
Different demands on us.
Just as some animals shed
Their skin to make way
For a newer body,
So we too shed through
Suffering and pain
A life that no longer
Fits us,
To make way for a new life
That is as fresh as that
Of a newborn
We have to learn all over again,
how to crawl, walk, speak
And relate to ourselves and others,
In this new life.
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