Are we born really when we come thrusting out,
Or, are tugged out, bawling out, by a gloved hand?
The first brush with the world, worth a shout!!!
The shout is but muffled by somebody's hand.
When we break, the shackles, the bindings,
And soar out like an eagle, seeing the world,
Shorn of the layers of trappings, mis-happenings,
Isn't that when we truly take birth, un enswirled?
Our birth is no reason to not have a rebirth,
That's true appreciation of the reason of our birth,
Then we'll reach the pinnacle of our true worth.
Rebirth is when we're come into what we want,
Rebirth, realise what we shall and what we shan't,
Rebirth, to know, there's nothing ever we can't
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