The Maharishi And The Baby Poem by Ajmer Rode
The Maharishi And The Baby
The Maharishi whispers:
the flesh is Maya, the lie
the soul is eternal, the truth.
The baby
inside a starved womb insists
it must come out,
needs more flesh.
The maharishi
and the baby in the womb
stare across
into each other's eyes.
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