Life is a string.

A child at birth comes out as alive.
It is out of the embryo, alive.
The embryo is from the zygote, alive
The zygote is the fusion of gametes alive.

Life is a string through the beads alive.
No break in life since its inception.
Soul has no entry at the time of birth.
Soul has no exit at the time of death.
23.10.2011

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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