And After

At his earliest breathe,

Prior to kicks of vigor

And writhing swims midst viscous fluids.

In the heart of smiling faces,

Out loud he cries.

After this,

On puerile knees, he crawls

Unsobber staggers and reckless falls, 

and then that first step

In a sleeping rob for the first,

He calls a lady "mam." 

Right after,

In joy out he sprouts

like a little terminal bud, 

Shooting through loam cracks

under morning sun rays. 

Faced up with atrocity 

His tale starts

as one that would end as;

"And happily ever after 

He lived."

And now, 

Down mute below a flat line he lays,

In the heart of widowed glooms

For a last glance, 

After his latest breathe.

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