NINE DAYS NINE MOTHS...
NINE DAYS NINE MONTHS
This is not known to me while I was
In the cell of the beginning
Nine days nine months or a little more
Who was taking care of me?
It was unknown to everyone where was
From this coming
By a single combination this creation
How and why no one knows this
In the cell many things which are done
By me is not known till this time
All things are behind the hands shuttered
Light and sound – air helped
Sometimes pushing legs shaking hands
Opening eyes with no sight or vision
Floating in a lake safely
Feeling like nothing to remember
Male or female nothing to worry
As falling down to earth
Crying, crying making a melody
In others’ mind
Thank God for showing a way to this earth
Thank mother as she was holding
In her stomach nine days nine moths
Or a little more, gave a feed her milk
What shall I do for……..?
Ayyan 100810
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