Fruition Poem by Indira Renganathan

What gain else
In the womb of love
Than a mother and mother alone
Of fruition out as a nascent child...
Mother alone, mother alone

Afterwards grown to adulterate
Change to mate presumptuously
No gain else than (albeit rivalrous)
A coupled relation(albeit betraying)
Acclaiming 'fruition, fruition

Later on but in remorse heart
Unrelated and set free
What gain else a gray-soul
In solitary search discerns
Than a fruition godly of God alone