The egg leaves the warmth of home
And starts rolling
In search of love
It is loaded with all sort of
goodies
And enticements for its lover
It pushes through a long winding tunnel
That is narrow, dark, and wet
Like a rollercoaster it pulsates and roars
The egg rolls on undaunted
Watching in all directions
For its legendary lover
A lover known to be eager and passionate
A lover with whom the egg would
Create the wonder of new life!
Days and weeks pass
And the egg rolls on
And yet there is no relief to its quest
It is almost the end of the tunnel
And yet there is no light
The egg, now tired under its own burden
And crushed by disappointment
Begins to self-destruct
The egg blows up just as the tunnel ends
Into a squirt of dark red lava
Shaking its master – the woman – in her foundation
But, just before its rupture, the egg
Sends a short note home, to love’s next emissary
Saying “don’t
give up!”
And another egg prepares to roll out
On its mission of love and procreation!
Abhay
B. Joshi