Feeling the kicking limbs inside her womb
makes her feel its existence
She cant see, she cant touch
She can still feel the way it makes her to do
she measures the waves on her stomach
and puts her hand to feel the fast beating heart
She sleeps when it sleeps
she wakes up with a slight movement it makes
thinking of it she wakes up with swollen with feelings
her life revolves around the thoughts of her child
She traverses in dark and aligns her existence with her own creation
A revolution inside her brings a dawn to her life
the ray that would open the unopened buds in gardens
that would strike strings of her musical breath
Every inch of her body waits for the moment
to see that undreamed dream
who would shape up her life coming in shape
Wiping all her agonies, sorrows and every pinch of salt
It emerges, evolves and grows inside her existence
She waits in desperation and craves to see that angel
Dec 18, 2009
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