The story

Womb used to be space, Where comfort was the priority, Where tickling inside seemed a gesture, Warth was the atmosphere, Was I that special!

Though special! Till the umbilical cord, The definition arrived, Though seems unpredictable, Though what about the "Dreams", Was I that special!

Controlling the Control, Caused, Consequences weren't, Certainty was predictable, Was I that special!

Womb, Why? Was I that special!

By: Rudra Pratap