Pass Pass.

       The cry of birth can be construed

       As a mark of protest at the throes of a changeover;

       The sudden agoraphobic slip

       From the gestational support base,

       Sounds formidable for the newborn.

       To feel that the world is too much,

       Was hardly in the programme of the womb.

       Why didn't the umbilical cord withhold the fall?

       The smile stamped at the last breath may be understood

       As the silent expression of gratitude for the help line

       Facilitating a fleeting exit from

       The suffocating bodily confinement.

       The premeditated release of the spirit

       Becomes a fascinating formulation.

       To keep the spirit stuffed in flesh,

       Was scarcely in the scheme of things.

       Why didn't the solid frame

       Surpass the passing away predicament?

       The cry and the smile together,
       Symbolize a note of cohesion
       In their cock a s noodle contempt
       For the temporal tie up
       In between the falls one and two.
       Like many a fruit that falls from the tree,
       Gets split into sweetness and seed,
       The fall of life from its terrestrial hold
       Breaks into breath and body.
       While sweetness and breath settle down
       As abstract infinities,
       Seed and body seek sojourn
       Under the soil's  shelter .
       The cry and smile alternatives
       Keep changing their tunes in a pass pass rhythm.

       P.Chandrasekaran