Behold the inflation of creation
Curled up in a ball
Floating on seas inside me
A lot less than can be heard
Or felt
A pebble filled with life;
The DNA of the Universe!

How absurd
The process,
The explanation Vs the reality
Words do not suffice!
Not even science satisfies
For the imagination
Matches not the sensation.

The inflation of individuality
Woven with craft unlike any
The active ingredient of uniqueness
Indestructible
Not even two formed side by side
Will share it!

The anticipation of the realisation
Hope bundled with joy
Tramps the pulling apart by cravings
And mood swings
Which seek to tear my soul apart
Shredding my will into
A zillion little pieces!

The longing to hold in my arms;
The epitome of existence
Shall sustain me.
For two hundred and eighty days
Is way more baking time
Than one can take!

It will all be worth it
When in my arms I hold
The epitome of creation

For such is love!