My Birth

I was born one child of children,
Following a personage to endeavour;
This time my age requires union
With the body of a human-self.
This meaning is astounding my mind
As the laughter grows sick and dangerous.
One child too completely withdrawn,
One of us sings along the tunes of the day.
This nature we brought to the fruition
Is wet and dry as well, for we are in splendour.
One birth is too important for me,
That man is me and my family.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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