The
Womb:
A
Home like None.
It may look inauspicious
every time,
you may not give attention
to it,
it may not be a
drawing-card for
every woman;
regardless, a sanctuary
it has been for ages.
A spread-on mat for
lovers-
more so, a home every
living creature at one
time lived;
a home yet un-born
generation
will hire for nine months-
a spacious home-room or
classroom every child
begins life.
A home with a single door-
serving both as entrance
and exit,
a home without window,
nevertheless, it is neither
cold
nor hot;
a home without
electricity,
yet, it doesn’t experience
power outage.
A home without pipe-
borne water
but fitted with complex
circulatory system-
that supplies oxygenated
fluids to
its tenant.
A mobile home that expands
in size to accommodates
guest,
but contracts as soon as
the guest
leaves.
One of the three homes-
man lives,
the smallest that no one
has control upon,
but providentially
created.
Shall I forget your-
protective power?
In sun and in rain-
your protective hands are
always seen,
even when naked-
you clothed me;
your three-layer-mantle
neither faded nor torn.
Forever-I shall remain
grateful
to you,
even if advance age makes
you
shrink and become
enfeeble-
you will remain eternal
treasure
of no equal.
Forever, I shall look onto
YOU-as the only HOME that
never lose VALUE
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