Deep Down

Deep Down short poem

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I don’t know how it would be
Down there deep inside a womb.
Probably dark, probably warm, Probably wet
There amidst all the hustle and bustle
A ball, consisting of water and flesh
Starts to grow
Unknown, Unnoticed, Unaware
Swimming and floating
Not yet imposed a name
Not addressed a boy or a girl
Not judged by looks
Not judged by speech
Not judged by character
Not yet ready to behave
As someone expects it to
Ah! What a moment of life it would be
To just be, pure
Unknown, unnoticed, unaware
Swimming and Floating
Down there deep inside a womb.

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Pooja! What a great poem. Great job. Bless you. Curtis


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