Nine months in the womb
although it is a temporary home
Secure in this sphere
A bit scared to be out of here
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She tosses and turns in her sleep I guess it happens when I leap I try to be careful not to hurt her After all she is my creator a cosey way in writes
This journey begins at the womb only to end at the tomb Baggage is not permitted Space is Limited You arrived with nothing Hence, be prepared to leave behind everything..................... yet it is great journey trudging the path over a circle, where it ends with mingling of dusts by genesis and dust resourced from death ultimate still we rave up in our ways to touch our moons hanging on hinges of the void by pure game, ......wonderful write by imagery yet there is deep flow of eloquence by ingenuity, philosophical too10+++, thanks for sharing
A nice poetic imagination, Girija. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks