You begin with a breath, 
Knowing nothing beyond 
your sanctuary.
You open your eyes, 
Blinking at luminance of life.
A quiet kind of euphoria, 
Naive and unaware, 
Spellbound by the way it felt.
The fragile rhythm of 
your heart
The lullabies, and the appetite, 
Is all that you knew. 
Dad was a fortress
Mom serenity, 
A world where nothing 
could ever hurt you.
By Kashyapi 
Rajkarne