THE DRIFT

From a departed soul I entered a new body
A mother’s umbilical cord provided me life support system
Her labour pains set me free just to be bound by invisible cords
And as I age these cords become stronger and stronger and sometimes devour us, tear us apart
I drift from a stage to another and some memories remain
Every time with a decision there was a drift
And behind every decision there was a drift
As I drift I know not where the tide nests me
And as I nest sometimes I regret and sometimes I do not
Only the drift is permanent and rest all is temporary
We all keep drifting like waves in the ebb and surge of destiny!

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