Birth-Death window

Shroud of mist,
Encapsulates a suffering soul;
Abortive attempt to peek,
through the birth-death window;
Fettered by the law of universe,
Awaits time to plunge in humanity;
Some unquenched desires,
And unfulfilled purposes;
Then a bell tolls,
A finger beckons,
Mist condenses,
And mingles with fluid like soul;
Cascades down through the window,
Into the realm of mortality;
And somewhere a woman conceives………

——— Binzy

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