THE RHYTHM OF THE BUTTERFLY Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa
In my Mother’s Womb Nine months, in the tepid castle of tenderness, I live. Around me is the gel-like world, I treasure it as an affable spot to swim. Nothing distresses me through my tenure. Dearly, I’m being loved and cared for, then, I find myself a queen of the heart. With all that delights, I stroke here and there, later, I experience the greatest earthquake, around me, in my jelly world, so, I abide quiet for a while. My sixth sense prompts me at times, of all those obliging words in the best mandate with love and care, the people pat. I know nothing but could sense, from the progress, I could experience. New competences, during my tenure I acquire, Of music, languages, and characters, mending me permanently, for my life yet to come, different from the world that now I belong. 36
