The Choice
THE CHOICE
HE WAS asleep
Between space and time
The first light on the world
Floated idly
On him
He was just born.
His folded hands
Glowed a pale pink
To keep the fire of life
He wondered if he was really awake.
Is it the true world?
Is it the true village?
Is it the true nest?
He kept kicking
And cried like a scared owl.
God trod to the next village.
Best of 2014 - Poetry Contest
Sponsor Carol Eastman
from BIRTH FANTASY FAIRY CATS AND EVENINGS
Written on 8/20/2014
Poet: RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY
Copyright © Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty | Year Posted 2014
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