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