The Cursed Womb

Comes the bright sunshine,    

After the long dark nights 

So pleasant, so bright, 

So alluring, so frightening 

Unheard sounds, shaking my core,

A familiar touch, sucking the nectar, 

Ahh!!! It’s my creator, my mother !!!

The mingling of smile and tear, tint of fear confusing my soul .

Am I not the best creation? 

Suspicious looks, mischievous smile, Numbing my senses

.. Product of a cursed womb!!!

Before flourished I was bruised. 

A bird with a broken wing, a rhyme without

melody, discrimination in a creation.

 No need for this blue sky, the bright sunshine,

The moonlit night, the swung cradle.

Better to be in that womb,

Attach me to that umbilical cord,

 Sharing the life with my mother, My creator

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