Nostalgia Reborn- 2

(2) Life is precious, they say As it survives death every moment, by Revival of the lethargic soul, Growing up into a phase Enlightened by some divine rays Recovering from the hibernations! The moment we are born into a womb. Housed by a loving mother's will And urge to become a mom Names and frames are yet to come! ! Longer we stay, larger we become In dimensions of matter and space. Frameworks of nature mould us Entirely into a person, Novel and distinct. Information, mundane or divine- Starts flowing into us from around. Lovely colours, mild odours and touches Of softness and warmth, Sounds- Very affectionately moulded and framed Enter every cell of our life, defining love.