To The Unborn Poem by Ravi Panamanna

When I was in heavens
You were sleeping in me.
When I came to earth
You were waking within me,
whispering within me.
When I became wife
You began to walk beside me.

You began searching your form-
Through me and your father,
An ideal form to fit your soul,
An ideal time to blossom in this world.

Time destines the course
We are only the performers.
You are half in me
The other half sleeps in your father.
If the specific combination differed
You miss the ticket
To be born and reborn.
You are the gift of generations!