Getting Disconnected..
When you were born,
Did you not create a storm?
The umbilical cord was perhaps
Long enough for you,
Not to get easily disconnected
From your maternal link.
You made the 'unkindest cut of all'
To be frantically on your own;
How much did you tamper with
Your looks and life mode, you may not know.
Nor will you weigh in real terms,
The load you acquired to make you
Heavier on the soil and in your hearse.
That your eyes never shed tears of their own
And your lips were never severed without bogus smiles,
Speak volumes of your toxic life style.
When all the exit gates get closed,
You will be buried with nothing that came with you.
Not even a bit of your long umbilical cord .
Your gains here will become your shroud;
Your coffin would lament your presence with in.
But the soil will solemnly contain your coffin,
With the manner of motherhood of another womb.
P.Chandrasekaran
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