This is my cut which saved you,
And was the love which wrapped you.
You were born in my heart;
And preserved in my womb,
And now; The world is visible for you.
You were safe for the past months,
unaware of the conflicts and riots,
in my cave of water and flesh.
And now;You are going to know the life.
And I am going to watch the life,
And ready to sacrifice myself.
In this labour room,
I deliver my king who fights the battle.
And this is the cut,
which promise you;
my blood and heart,
And you will dwell in my mind.
Reshma L R✍️For more insights 🧐"mynewblogspotrk.blogspot.com" & Poetry collections : "Unstrung Notes", "Elysian Florets", "Wonder Meal", "Ormakal"
Friday, April 5, 2019
From the Labour room
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