The Seedling Is Peeping Poem by ramesh rai

The Seedling is peeping.
The seedling is peeping
Out of the womb, how the creation is
How the air is blowing
How the dawn and dusk are there
Before every dawn
Her mother will feed and fly
To runway to arrange food
After every dusk
She will play with parents
Then her mother will enfold her
In breast to make her sleep
When the moon will be over night
Parents will be embracing
For a new creation
The seedling is peeping
Posing for a twin life together
Of different gender, inerrable
For a better creation
She is peeping, how
mystic aura adjure
natal flow of life
like the fire
like the air
like the water
act together
She is peeping out of the womb
For a new morning
When her cry will break
Silence of nature.