The Cradle Of A Womb Poem by Akhtar Jawad
The Cradle Of A Womb
At the twilight of his breathes, let him rewind,
Video cassette of his life, with tears he will find,
A woman is inspiring and leading from behind,
When the lungs were sleeping in the womb so kind,
He was deaf and dumb and completely blind,
Sleeping peacefully in a world so confined!
Nothing to do except sleeping and dreaming,
The brain computer is free of streaming,
The only language is the language of touch,
Nothing to grip and nothing to clutch,
To move first time in the womb was exciting,
The first experience of the life igniting!
Energized with her blood, oxidized with her breath,
No need of biting, no fatigue, no pains of the teeth,
A carefree life, his needs, from respiration to excretion,
The cradle of a womb performed with perfection,
How safe and secured that is why when he flies,
What else he can do, he wildly cries.
He is now in a world of needs infinite,
With lust and desires, that too so elite,
How much he missed when he lost the womb,
How much he cried when she slept in a tomb,
But another woman a package of deeds,
Kept him alive fulfilling growing needs!
Pleasant was the love, he induced himself,
In a lovely embryo he reduced himself,
He felt his presence in a new lovely womb,
With flowers he visited his mother’s old tomb,
Mom! I have repaid my father’s old debt,
My wife will repay your loan that is left.
this is supreme poem, that of the womb... as the craddle.. long lost we all that, yet there we got the seeds of mind and our nature in this mind. Thank you for sharing Sir. 10+++++ ++!
Fabulous ! Superb ! Exqiisite ! womb of a mother is heaven for a child.
This is a wonderful poem Akhtarji! A child that has been floating safely in the amniotic fluid when cast into the shark infested waters of the sea of life is confronted with a different world of needs and cares! What the mother's womb has been to him, he is able realize only when he has grown up and with tears, he stands in grateful prayer at the mother's tomb! Top marks!
Wonderful write from your pen. Womb is the only place a life feels secured and free from any desires. Unique write. I loved reading each lines....I loved the lines...... Pleasant was the love, he induced himself, In a lovely embryo he reduced himself, He felt his presence in a new lovely womb, With flowers he visited his mother’s old tomb, Mom! I have repaid my father’s old debt, My wife will repay your loan that is left.
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4/18/2024 10:51:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful flow of words and meaning.Loved reading it