When the elements that make an organism meet their own....
Memories of first child ever born on the face of this earth, whose mother was nature, possessing momentarily, rising from the depths of mysterious genes, this little baby who plays with wind and rain, unafraid-“It’s my mother’s lap extending into oceans, rivers, droplets and breeze.
You o dear lady! who looks at me with her heart in her eyes and milk in her breasts is only her shadow who cuddles me when Mother Nature is busy with her other children...
...Today she herself is here to feed my soul....”
-Pulastye
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