neatly packed and sealed, (Womb)
we were in safest place.
wet or dry,(happy or sad after birth)
no matter what we were.
we were still in soothing surrounding.,
those strangers dragged us out,(being used and thrown)
squashed, crumbled and,
thrown us in bin.
no matter from were we were.(even the trusted ones)
for we are just a tissue paper.
sometimes we wake up
with questions of, who?,where? and what?!
and realize that it was dream.
sometimes we wake up
with same questions
realizing the reality!!!
-Achu .P
1 comment:
ya to add up., there are few ppl who can turn those tissue paper to master piece thru art!!! :)
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