"Birth"

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Birth is not in our hands. so....

Submitted: June 14, 2007

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Birth is not a choice.

It is god's voice.

New life is born.

Afraid is the new born.

It starts crying.

This bad, bad world is so scaring.

Emergence from mother's body;

Young feels insecure in the environment, so shoddy.

Mother takes it to bosom.

Baby feels awesome.

Being aware; this is not for long.

It has to face the cruel world, getting strong.

No matter what;

Little one is not ready for that.

It cries and cries;

To get in to mother where its happiness lies.

It is a faintest hope.

It gets ready to cope.

Now on, baby belongs to this world.

Stamina and strength, it has to build.

It has to become best and strongest.

As it is survival of the fittest.


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