Nine months in cozy womb
Now thrust into a world unknown
On seventh July nineteen seventy seven
A beautiful girl, they exclaim
What a lucky baby, lucky sevens
All the way
Mum’s songs painted a picture of
A midnight blue roof
Sparkling with glittering jets
Silken butterflies in a quest for sweet honey
Resting their svelte feet on velvet petals
Ivory pearls on an ocean bed
Guarded by stately sea horses
What are these treasures
Compared to the warmth of
A mother’s bosom
And the gentle tick of her heartbeat
Music which lulled me to sleep
For nine months
-Keerthi Wijekulasuriya
