From a touch, to a mass
The belly pot then grows…
From a kick, to a stretch
The fetus, summersaults
Inside the womb, it learns
To suck and hold its toes
The heartbeats awesomely
Drumming like heaven sounds
The early form of life
Is intriguing to watch
Soon, the nine months is done
Push, push… hallelujah
Baby arrives and cry
Only language they learnt
Have you ever wondered
Why a baby outside
Would spend all day crying
But not so, in the womb?
What would be of mother
When baby cry from under?
Do they cry silently?
I want to know, because
The wisdom of the Lord
Is truly amazing.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 
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