The Generous World

The world holds us to its bosom,

Like a mother,

Looks after us constantly,

As a caretaker!


The world moves like a top,

As a rolling stone it gathers no moss at any station!

Since being idle as a cocoon is not normal,

As says Foucault in Madness and Civilisation!


The massive world is like a huge breast!


Looks so beautiful in the universe's chest!

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