The new born baby’s head gently pressed
against the mother’s heart
A head-to heart-connection forever imprinted
The baby goes out to the world looking
For a permanent victory to his original kingdom
He fights through terrains of soul splitting wrath and
gathers fleeting bits of familiar liquid gold warmth
He is determined to get back onto his throne
To his recollection
It was a time when the entire world
held him with ample love
Looked into his eyes
Smiled with unimaginable joy
He was an exact mirror of that
He believes the head-to-heart distance is at hand
Better hurry up before the sun sets
