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THE FOETAL DREAM
In a long languid wait
entangled in the umbilical bait
mother to you I connect
with strings of hope ,adept
Waiting for an order
coming from yonder
Will it be a wonder
Or total blunder
The sun was rising high
But the planets were saying nigh
The milky way twirling
but for me no clearing
In between the yawning
I dreamed of my fawning
By the hands so tender
Could my world go asunder
When in deep meditation
Thought I in jubilation
Shall I be their bubbly Czar
Or a luminous star
In the cradle I shall be
Listening to sweet lullaby
Searching for the familiar face
With smell, touch and grace
Holding her little finger
On my feet so tender
In to the world I shall venture
To experience ,thrill and adventure
There will be no worry
Even if I scurry
On the paths so eerie
To me it will be merry
With tranquillity abreast
My mind at rest
Will life be full of zest
Or utter chaotic , with unrest
Nestled in the cosy womb
was eagerly kicking
Enveloped in darkness
I was dreading , I was musing
What is sorrow, what are sufferings
Unaware of unknown surroundings
Will I see the land of the rising sun
Or submerge in pure mysticism
Will I hear of conquest and valour
Or tremble at the sight with pallor
Will I be consumed with mine and thine
Or prepare for the journey Divine
With slow but rhythmic sigh
My blurred vision going high
though lost in my own world
my lips and fingers curled
As my fate was etching
I was eagerly stretching
O’ hark ! was someone fetching?
Alas ! heard I sounds of wrenching
Aha ! a stellar conjuncture
That force me to venture
Through the tunnel of darkness
To arrive , wailing, into the world of brightness.
Archana Bendre
