An ode to the newborn

Life comprises of phases, each phase is a womb. We are conceived, we grow and graduate to the next womb. Life is just a journey from one womb to another.

Little did he think,

That night when he was born,

That life is just a journey,

From one womb to another.

 

From joy of solo journeying,

To the wilderness of look alikes.

From protection of four walls,

To being restricted by four walls.

 

A shift from being the wanted one,

To a world that cares him not.

From being bound by nourishing umblica,

To being chained from all his dreams.

 

Suspended in mothers smooth fluid,

To being sunk in his own self.

Dependent will he be,

In this womb and wombs to come.

 

Then one day he'll be ripe,

And trance into another womb.

Singing travelers tales,

Inspired by his last stay.

 

But little will he think,

That night when he'll be born,

That life is just a journey,

From one womb to another.

Reviews

[Drama Child]

Nicely written! Congrats on your win!