My Birth
My Birth


When the horizon is no more extended,
When Elithiya and Deathra enfolded,
When elation and dejection confronted,
For I feel the aroma of the womb, heat she accepted.
I was born.
When the horizon is no more extended,
When Elithiya and Deathra enfolded,
When elation and dejection confronted,
For I feel the aroma of the womb, heat she accepted.
I was born.