My name is love
I am born in your heart’s trove…
I’ve grown with your smiles
I tagged behind when you ran an extra mile…
I curled in comfort when I felt your hand gliding
I whispered mute when your tears sliding…
I swayed my head when you sung
I tugged your heart when your anger’s done…
Now that you pushed him to welcome your dreams aboard
Why do you cut my umbilical cord???
I am born in your heart
I will die elsewhere not…
Let me rest in peace... in your heart’s womb
I shall wish nothing any more in life’s tomb…
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When I first saw the picture above I was numbed. I must admire and thank the person who has come up with such an amazing idea that actually offers contradicting impressions. One is to see if the baby is happily playing tug of war with his mom still linked to her.
Another is more gruesome even to imagine. The baby is running away from a possible expulsion from her / his own mother while she is trying to discord the baby in to real world. How could a baby protect it from her captor who is the reason for its birth??? How could the baby stay near and be not scared when the umbilical cord is cut… or go away to avoid the same…only to realize that the umbilical cord could still be cut???
I often wondered if a baby is given consciousness what would she / he prefers. The life generated within the comfortable confines and nurtured with moments of love and hope, making the baby grow more to relish what she is given more and more. Then one fine day the baby is cut off from the source of her love and pushed in to real world where she / he shall be subjected to good things or bad things of the word around.
But as long as the baby is within the womb, she / he shall remain so complacent knowing nothing but love from her / his mother.
Perhaps love must be nurtured in such way. To be embraced by someone who is the reason for its birth and to let not the love go away for whatever reasons. To let love not be discarded brutally even when it’s time to let go.
The divinity of innocence and love is forced towards the evils of reality and concepts related to practicality. One can find an alternative in terms of immediate pleasures or convenience. But if one understands what a true love is… they shall miss it badly…which ever other things they are blessed with…
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