When that voyage begins
From the comforts
of a sacred, serene shore;
Children cry…
Cry aloud…
Certainly,
It is a journey regal
From the much guarded chamber
to a classic colossal realm.
A season changes upright
Amidst of chaos and that incessant sob
Celestial the heavenly light,
While earth turns as the skillful curator..
Rarely, very rarely
From the land that of cosmos
And stealthy silence;
Some come, en-caul!
Perhaps like me-
Born unbroken to a fate
that of spring flowers and sand storms…
Yet silent,
May be, shielded for a cause
(En caul births are defined as a foetus that is delivered completely contained within an amniotic sac and are considered to be less common than 1 in 80,000 live births.)
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