Mother and son…

manan sheel
Nov 6 · 1 min read
In those moments. © Manan sheel.

He put his head in his mother’s lap,
closed his eyes, and was lost.

He felt a velvety, comforting
restfulness, beginning to spread
behind his eyelids, and over his body.

He evaporated, and was in the womb,
once again. In that musical womb,
where he was, before the duality of identity.

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manan sheel

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an artist, poet, singer and engineer. trying to introduce heart into the world of mind.

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