Right in the deepest part of a woman's belly
Lies a mysterious abode called the Womb,
Where a mysterious act of procreation is exhibited:
Though divine the act, but jokingly achieved
By a mere display of a joking spouse.
When the substance is deposited in that mysterious Abode, there the mystery begins out of many, one or few are chosen to be nurtured for the journey of life.
A mystery divinely arranged, nurtured from nothing to something : the baby keeps growing, feeding from the mother and cheering her feelings,
While awaiting the appointed time to leave this abode of comfort for a journey so harsh.
At the time of delivery the baby kick, hoping to make a smooth journey into a friendlier abode,
While leaving the mother in a painful moment of labour,
At the command of the doctors and midwives,
The woman pushes the baby out of abode of comfort, as the baby is born seeing the harshness of a callous and unfriendly world the new born baby cries WH...... Y WH...... Y WH.....Y..