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I was in my mother's womb,
It was such a warm cocoon,
I knew no sorrows,cares,nor gloom,
And I needed no costume.
I never desired any perfume,
I never visited any saloon,
For food, I never required a spoon,
Neither to play, any balloon.
I knew no stars, no sun, no moon,
And whether t'was morning, night or noon,
I had no restrictions on how to move,
Within the so-called abdominal room.
For nine months,from October to June,
I was happy and cheerful; it was a boon;
When my mama began to swoon,
Amidst the typhoon,I was pushed to my doom.
By
Sunita Rajiv Chikhalikar
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