On being born

On being born

two cells floating on the sea of amnion,
commencing life's unpredictable path alas,
encased by walls sturdy as a board,
differentiating purposefully into many a complex part,
protruding limbs, neck, head along the spine,
growing bigger with everything in line,
loud throbbing in the chest;ahh that's my heart,
hunger satisfied through the obliging umbilical cord,
I see, I hear, I feel; nine long months come to pass,
mother dear; 'tis time I was born! 

Ajay Bhoopchand