Foetal Dream

                            

……………a new wave of research suggests that the foetus can feel , dream and even

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THE  FOETAL DREAM

In a long languid wait

entangled in the umbilical bait

mother to you I connect

with strings of hope ,adept

Waiting for an order

coming from yonder

Will it be a wonder

Or total blunder

The sun was rising high

But the planets were saying nigh

The milky way twirling

but for me no clearing

In between the yawning

I dreamed of my fawning

By the hands so tender

Could my world go asunder

When in deep meditation

Thought I in jubilation

Shall I be their bubbly Czar

Or a luminous star

In the cradle I shall be

Listening to sweet lullaby

Searching for the familiar face

With smell, touch and grace

Holding her little finger

On my feet so tender

In to the world I shall venture

To experience ,thrill and adventure

There will be no worry

Even if I scurry

On the paths so eerie

To me it will be merry

With tranquillity abreast

My mind at rest

Will life be full of zest

Or utter chaotic , with unrest

Nestled in the cosy womb

I was eagerly kicking

Enveloped in darkness

I was dreading , I was musing

What is sorrow, what are sufferings

Unaware of unknown surroundings

Will I see the land of the rising sun

Or submerge in pure mysticism

Will I hear of conquest and valour

Or tremble at the sight with pallor

Will I be consumed with mine and thine

Or prepare for the journey Divine

With slow but rhythmic sigh

My blurred vision going high

though lost in my own world

my lips and fingers curled

As my fate was etching

I was eagerly stretching

O’ hark ! was someone fetching?

Alas ! heard I sounds of wrenching

Aha ! a stellar conjuncture

That force me to venture

Through the tunnel of darkness

To arrive , wailing, into the world of brightness.