Womb Poem by Saroj Padhi

WOMB

Journeying across life
from the comfort of a warm womb
to the leisure of a cold grave,
as I look back to see -
it was nothing but a hurdle race till death
in quest of a quiet breath-
a lonely marathon along deserted shores
dotted with carcasses and vultures dead
where one had to jump over stray bones
to glimpse real water beneath the waves;

sands of mortal love sticking to one's body
dropped at the wind's passionate touches;
and sitting down to rest was to switch on
a tough turbulence out of thoughts' reaches.

Earth's womb is a better place to incubate
over tyranny of life, after death to postulate!