The dimpling delights of mother awaited an excursionist,
Her utter motherliness captivated the incipient breath,
Exultation rolled into an eerie lamentation, miscarriage...
Unconscious they were at the abrupt adieu,
Needless of solace they retained a lively dead brain,
Pains unhealed, tears dried, choking throats were trying voicing up,
A dream then occurred as an antidote to the trauma,
Rejuvenation of a new soul justified the title "Mother",
Absolving the sins, fortifying the kins, he diffused inimitable aroma,
Leisurely he was growing, clueless to the mystery that prevail,
Endearing the world with the broadest of smile,
Look boy, the mother said, I have a story to tell,
Losing up inside me there is someone who now keeps you well,
Escaping from misadventures is not your luck by chance,
Dwelling in horizon, he watches your ground...
Astounded he wept, his eyes attaining the chroma,
Determined he became, deducing he was just hired,
HIS wisdom will transcend BOTH of them high,
Escaping the egocentricity of this world in a while,
Soothingly he enjoys HIS miracles and surprises,
Incubating his soul, HE rates HIS work as that of a pi,
Ode he wants to craft as HIS insights formed the duo,
Naming the unnamed he mirrors to a deadly ALIVE kin....
