This is the story of my birth...
I fought with millions
Millions of my unborn brothers and sisters
I fought for life before my birth
...
You have lived for twenty years
In this world of struggle and strife
...
'Feeding the poor, ' a day of festivity
For the more fortunate me
...
One evening in the temple
I heard the murmur of ladies
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'Carrying before marriage is a problem.'
A secret lay safe within her heart
...
Many a time I have suffered loneliness
And feared the onslaught of isolation
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In the centre of the heart only Brahman exists
No shape, no pace, no sound and space
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The Race For Birth
This is the story of my birth...
I fought with millions
Millions of my unborn brothers and sisters
I fought for life before my birth
My birth was a battle
Anyone could have received life
Instead of me
The sperms from my father
Fought to reach my mother's egg
I was conceived
When I raced with many of my
Unborn brothers and sisters
I am the winner
In life I don't have to struggle
As much as I have struggled for life
I am great and I believe in me
I can run and win the race
With anyone in this life
As I have won the race for birth.
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