Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani Poet Rhyme

Mother's womb

Oh,my dear pear shaped mother's womb,                                            Where unborn baby develops and grows well,                                               Like a fruit that grows on a plant's blume,                                                     And it has a consciousness of its own like a cell.                       
                                                                                                                          Oh, my dear lovely secured locker,                                                          Which acts as a guard against external threats,                                         Such as light, sound and shock acting as a blocker,                                  And it saves future generations as valuable assets.                           
                                                                                                                               Oh ,my dear beautiful muscle container,                                             Which floats the unborn child in the odourless fluid,                             And it supplies all safeguards to the new gainer,                                     Who doesn't breathe air in the safe womb kit.                                            
                                                                                                                          Oh my dear fantastic flexible protector,                                                  Which makes the foetus to sleep twelve hours every day,                              Its slightly yellowish fluid used as a sweet nectar,                                    And pediatricians are astonished by its role play.         
                                                                                                                           Oh,my dear first class room of the unborn baby,                                  Which provides parental learning for the new born ,                        Where foundations of traits are established greatly ,                                 Nothing is equal to mother's womb like the dawn.

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