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 as a cell.
Oh, my dear lovely secured locker, Which acts as a protection against external threats, Like light, sound,shock and pressure as a blocker, And it saves future generations as 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 womb kit.
Oh my dear fantastic flexible protector, Which makes the foetus to sleep 14 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 young one, Where foundations of characters are established, Nothing is equal to mother's womb and none.
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Balasubramaniyan Venkataramani
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