A Bengali Offspring

I was born out of a skull cap

the one made of pure cotton and blind eyes

I was developed in the womb of dissatisfaction

the one made of sighs and rotten flesh

It was in the green grass where the egg was laid

I was passing time in there; happily; till the delivery

The ostrich mother and the naïve father bore reveries:

I’d be a phoenix

and take over all the gold of Earth

Unfortunately I was born

lungless and can breath only in the water