By an accident the other day
a streak of light intruded
into the cold bliss of darkness
inside my protective shells.
Light’s warmth was disquieting,
(it always brings forth sorrow)
A pricking pain
- how pleasant ere it was without light!
The pain – the aching pain –
was tinged with my blood,
rinsed in my tears,
flavoured with my sweats.
I nursed the pain in my womb
tossed it on my bosom.
Of late I started to like it.
A rough feel, a hostile pressure,
shells opened jaws in pain.
Light was squeezed out.
A bit of chill through spines.
In pain
I was overjoyed
to see my darling pearl
lying beside me
with twinkle of stars,
smile of moon,
radiance of sun undying;
while I felt the chill of death
and stench of my decaying limbs.