Cocooned in the womb, throbbing with life,
Living in the darkness, fearing midwife's knife,
I was safe and sound, whats with all this pushing and shoving?
Am I being abandoned and cut off, by a mother that was once loving?
Clutching to her fingers, I now explore and play,
Restricted to my haven, life is sheltered each day,
I've been taught all the tricks, can I fly is on my mind?
Am I being pushed out of the nest, by a mother that was once kind?
Betrothed to a mate, I now have strength for two,
I've started thinking beyond myself- about my family too,
The home was my world, and now all the worlds a stage?
Am I being sent on The Fools Quest, by a mother that was once sage?
I'm getting weary of this dying, at each step of the path,
But I'll keep offering my head to Shiva, to avoid his wrath!