Mystery Of Birth Poem by Kishore Kumar Das

Walking under the hot Sun
I saw an object
like a stone, it looked
till I came near
Oh! it was a tiny bird
coming out of the egg
new born baby
staring at me
the look of the Almighty....
sky watching it
air nourishing the baby
wings getting ready
I walked past the bird
but as I returned
within minutes
the bird had been in the sky
Birth....
the mysterious process
makes every creature
indebted to the Almighty.