Poetry

Gestation

I’m a puzzle of nine words

A snail, an elephant

A House within a house

Outer in ruin, inner under construction

One moment thrilled to bits

And next cursing the green apple eater Eve

The delicate bubble break, a near-death experience

Not wanting to be one primarily

To becoming everything

Amazed at thy endurance

Smiling at tiny feet

Boarded the train and there’s no getting off!

                                                                     

                       ~ Poornima Pote

                       Karnataka, India

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