The womb that bore me That gave supply of all I needed from when I was no more than fluid until when your heart beat I shared In pain and discomfort a journey you took in travail Till your body was no more yours and appetite compromised The breast that fed me when none other my system could process Nature's liquid gold that built a bond of trust between mother and child. A meal unmatched and all round fixer. Maybe its just liquid Love. The hands that carried me, That held me close in the cold of the night Living through the darkness of the world With warmth that none could give and peace none could fathom The eyes that cried over me In confusion of what my heart desires Through which a first glance of the world I took Oceans of tears as though they could wash off my pains A reflection of the sky above in every stare The legs that danced To no specific rhythm or tune A bid to sooth my troubled young heart With no schedule or appointment For my happiness you ...