Womb

 

A happy brook flows

under the stone bridge

a dazed heron

stands on one leg-staring into oblivion

searching looking

 

I walk blindly into

the darkness of the womb-

its blackness seeps into my body

embracing my nothingness.

Devoid of looking-I see

the meaninglessness of my seeing-

perceiving the world-that is darkness folding

into itself

 

The womb doesn’t question- doesn’t define

offers, no explanation-

but itself

 By- Anubha M

Art- Anubha M