Perfect solitude eludes us all ever since
we emerged from the womb
into tribulation,
once, we were safely wrapped in a
warm, fleshly solace
oblivious to all
save the rhythmic beating of maternal
reality that absolutely
comforted with
tailored love, divinely designed and
soundproof to all but
her spirit’s lullaby.

What a unique take to this prmopt. 














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