The color of the sky and me coalesced
A thick strong bond of smoke and dust
Under naked heavens-
Celestial bodies of half sun and full moon
I was born with a cord-
Of twisted fibers that tied the bundle of me together.
My umbilical refused to heal
Leaving a scar of my escape
From heaven to earth
Identical to the one Mome bears on her tummy.
We all bear this mark,
Somewhere beneath there
Shaped in our own handwritings
A signature to the wars ahead –
From birth to death
Having escaped the boundaries of a holy capture,
Into the confinement of earthly Freedom.