In my Mother’s Womb

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.

Contemporary Poetry Anthology by Santosh Kumar Biswa

I cry, when my mother cries, I dance, when my mother sings, I sleep, when my mother sleeps. Happiness to me is my mother’s glee. But, my blood rushes, up to my brain, so hard, when she is incensed.

Not only my introducer could I sense, but also my elegant sisters and brothers, sharing love with me with voluminous alacrity, throughout the day and the night.

After nine months, when it is done, in the New Strange World, I land up. Neoteric experience I gain, of patting and caring, because, so dearly, I am being loved.