By M V S Bharadwaj
She saw the light coming from the dark,
She saw the specks and thought they might be
stars.
She couldn't sense it, but something was around
her.
After rigorous thought, she named it "air"
She swallowed the air at times of despair.
She felt all alone, even though she could hear
beyond her and more.
She had dreams that were pure pain, in a life that
seemed insane.
Something stopped her every time she moved in
vain.
She felt,
She slept,
She wept,
She dealt,
And made up her mind: life is a tomb,
Until she finally emerged from the womb.
By M V S Bharadwaj
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