Poke and shove to get out,
Kicking, jolt of hands and feet, a screaming child,
A toddler being startled by
Throwing out arms and legs, curling them up again,
Reality unfriendly, life with uncertainties
The grasp reflex by holding your finger, is the inner desire,
Waiting to become a reality, in the midst of your walk of life.
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nice well composed write and write more you write more you will be bright blessing is always with you by Almighty lord