Thrice Born

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!