Again Poem by HB Rita

I was waiting to be born again,
But I couldn't see the forest for the tree!
I was in a darkest sphere with no lights
My heart was beaten to the ground where
I see the ground bursts due to lack of moisture!
Nevertheless, I was just waiting to be born again.
And I see,
Some yellow jackets are busy spreading poison with penetrating holes
I shouted out! I could not escape!
Again, I fell in the dark and felt that;
darkness is our traditional destination!
Therefore, Isn't it better to be accepting darkness?
I realized! And I declared to be free
Then, I didn't wait to be born AGAIN!