I was born with a cord,
Tied to my navel,
That kept me close to mother-,
The torrent of revel;

I heard a beep and then a snip,
It seemed they cut the cord,
My identity quivered,
Deprived of my accord;

Sent from up above, yet,
Was removed from the source,
My mother rescued me, then presently,
Forsake me, and even denied remorse;

Who was I then,
I could not fathom,
Abandoned twice not once,
My worthiness was shaken;

I stepped out in the world,
For the meaning I wandered,
Every room I stepped into,
I came out squandered;

Strangely,
The world was a mirror,
I intricately explored,
Reflected, validated,
The snip of the cord;

Mystified with the act,
I dwelled inside,
If so wicked I was a creature,
Should have become the victim of foeticide;

Roved about the world still,
In pursuit of a resolve,
Mother, why did you rescue me,
If I was to be dissolved;

The quest for the truth,
Have always remained,
Neither by mother, nor a purpose,
Nor by almighty, I was reclaimed;

Staggered hither and thither,
Screamed and roared,
And wished I never heard,
The snip of the cord.

***The End***