The Process of Birth
Till lovers get nude by looks and kisses,
Cloths drop loose to desires that seek food;
Feeding the soul and the body,
Through dances on stages of love;
Giving fluid the score to take charges:
Then the waiting of formation by Destiny get ruled.
A chance to record a nine months progress;
By Divinity's will on what gender it could be.
Here Fate waits by Nature's office to propel the
wheels of the availing time.
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