Our breathe is like a flywheel turning a turbine
That in turn runs every part of our body-machine
No matter how small they are in our nifty engine
All keep dancing in own way in majestic unison
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Wow! What a great description of breathing and what it actually does and it's connection with our ego. You vividly portrayed an infant and how it derives it's life from it's mother and growing into it's senses where it finally can nurture itself outside the mother. An amazing picture you have formed in my mind with this poem, Tushar. Thank you for sharing. Love your scientific explanations through poetry, they seem to come alive and have meaning when you write them into poetry. RoseAnn