Life is precious, they say
As it survives death every moment, by
Revival of the lethargic soul,
Growing up into a phase
Enlightened by some divine rays
Recovering from the hibernations!
The moment we are born into a womb.
Housed by a loving mother's will
And urge to become a mom
Names and frames are yet to come! !
Longer we stay, larger we become
In dimensions of matter and space.
Frameworks of nature mould us
Entirely into a person, Novel and distinct.
Information, mundane or divine-
Starts flowing into us from around.
Lovely colours, mild odours and touches
Of softness and warmth, Sounds-
Very affectionately moulded and framed
Enter every cell of our life, defining love.
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