In a dark room
lingering around,
I dorge in and out.
As a ray of light
passing straight in a galaxy
I feel someone pulling.
Like a child yearning to
pop out,
I run amuck to dash
on a slithery platform.
There was a jolt,
A surprise.
Now, I slither upon the slithery platform-
expressing my master’s cry.
With many kin’s crew,
I bounce with multiple templates,
knowing not what is true
I knock your thinking school.
At times I am puzzling,
Sometimes I am sizzling,
And mostly I am triggering.
My womb is my master’s mind,
Of which I am a foetus.
This is me-
And, Poetry is thine name.
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