Miracle of life

I wonder, when this miracle of life,
Will take me into her soft tender hands.
Away from the cold dread,
Away into her warm, willful hands.

I wonder, will I be awake by then;
Will I be alive again.
Omitting my sorrows,
Shadows of my past.
As long as I'm alive they will last.

So, when will I be freed-
From this platform
Of dramas unlimited.
All these audience, clap
From afar, seated. On
The bones of their elders;
Drinking beads of their sweat.
Happy with their incomplete life.

Will it be complete, when it all ends?
Will we be freed from being,
Unwilling puppets, in this
Play of blood and bones.
By this one uneventful,
Miracle of life.

--Mohan