A Rhythm In Breath

I see rhythm in deep breath How that comes true at the time of death? Chest expands and contracts with uneasiness All parts are becoming dead with tiredness Life comes to full swing when little one breathes in womb It is emergence of uneven surface like tomb New born makes move and pulses start What synchronization to come out of womb and part Formation of good music with loud cry Raising many questions and asking why? What is purpose of creating love and hatred? Why all that cry to emanate and to be led? Why to bring beautiful life to an illogical end? To do away with abortion is modern trend It did exist in ancient and medieval age We are in confusion and unable to manage What a pity and abuse for a divine blessings? What is an important and valuable thing missing? Why to do injustice for melody and music to do well? New born might have breathed in magical spell It is no use crying for His grace Lot many problems later on to face It is mad adventure and race In a time to come you won’t find any trace Children are precious gift from almighty They may make it beautiful by acting naughty Anybody can notice lovely aired combination Music to ears and life to be led with inspiration Never be a part of unknown conspiracy We may not be worthy for his mercy Let new born be allowed to witness world Why do we run away and develop the cold?