Image Of Birth, Poem by Ananta Madhavan

Paratroopers trained by the Air Force
Are tactical assets in raging battle.
Guns may chatter, shots may rattle
Farms into history's erratic course.

This ejection from the plane, the planned exit
From flying comfort into sheer descent,
Securely hurtling down into a pit,
By counting numbers or messages unsent.

This is an image of birth, from womb to earth.
Are we then paratroopers, rather unsure
Of what war we must fight, and what is right?
If the 'chute opens and we land, are we secure?

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3 March 2016