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LIFE, AS I TAKE IT TO BE!

Nothing’s so precious, as I presume my breath to be;

Time after time, it goes in and out to keep me alive;

Sort of hokey thing it sounds, yet I feel as if

I’m so inquisitive to know who blew it into me.

I’m sure; it would not have been blown through my nostrils,

For I had no wind pipe when mom conceived and kept me in womb;

I was still an embryo which was yet to be nurtured

And delivered to survive amongst the vast sea of men.

A replica of dad, I am, who could very well express;

My character, though ill-assorted and in a mangle;

My mom sorted it out and made it alright;

For I know, now what’s best as per my choice.

The first noise I made and heard was a deep throated cry;

It made others realize that I wasn’t a deaf and dumb but a healthy child;

And now, I very well enjoy the melodies of this precious life,

To make others dance to my well orchestrated tune.