WHEN I WAS NOT BORN..

When I was not born,

Life had asked,

If I knew what was living

When I was not born,

Death had asked me,

If I knew what was dying

When I was not born,

Life had,

This sudden revelation

To ask me..

When I was not born,

Death had,

This sudden manifestation

To explain me..

Life was there..

Death was there..

Waiting for my words,

Not sure of their positions

They were exasperated,

Personified,

But yet to be born,

I remained with me

They had their reasons,

To ask..

I had my reasons

To not answer..

They remained there

I remained there

These positions were clear,

When I was not born..

 ©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey – https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/

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