Like a jellyfish,
In raw pain
You descend abruptly,
In abyss of peace.
There was a streak
Of animal in silicone.
The matchmakers will
Rub the sparks.
The cauldron was
Simmering with tension.
Was ready to engage
A chemical warfare.
You are sitting on
A medusoid robot.
A replica of non-god’s
Creation.
Now synchronized contractions
Will start to deliver a new baby.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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