Divine Musings – 11
A knot after a knot, one more and more!
Before he felt the ease of loosening
umbilical cord, he saw through opened door
a waiting world of tangled mortal strings.
He simpered at the lady suckling milk
and beamed a knowing gander at the male
to realize anon that, he’s of their ilk.
First smiled but never stopped the wail.
Began the shakled human’s frantic race
in labyrinth of life through dangling threads
of human bondages ready to brace,
ensnare, fetter and choke until he bled.
This’s just a chapter in the book of time,
a tragic comedy, with vapid wit …
that ends with death, a birth again to rhyme
… leaving behind a tattered diary in whits.