A clamp was put on my umblical cord
My connection was torn off...
from my dear mother
And I was given a good slap...
on my tender cheeks,
To make me weep and open my eyes...
to the new world outside...
to see the beauty spread out;
Much has changed since then
but mysteriously that rope is still there...
that connects me to my mother
I fancy that connection is never broken off...
though the cord is already cutoff;
The sharp blade that tore that off...
I still can see with my heart's eyes
A lot has changed since then,
but I feel myself still in the paradise...
of my dear mother, where I happily lived...
for nearly forty two weeks;
Believe me! I am still there,
Please do not doubt what I feel,
I am in my mother...and she too is in me,
I am just her extension!
I am she, she is me! ! !
Mykoul
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