
I am glad i don’t remember and so do u
The days when i was the size of a speck of dust
Or probably that of a drop of a dew.
A small pouch of seven by five metres, I was put into,
Where I was helpless and knew nothing to do.
Ah! I am glad I don’t remember! The place around me,
Was filled with blood and blood,
And there was nothing I could see.
In that darkness I grew,
From the size of the tip of a needle, to that of a cherry,
And then to the shape of a little base ball,
All this, with not much of merry.
I then started developing into a baby like thing!
With small hands, tiny legs, like wings!
I started getting food through a small pipe
Somewhere on the top of this bag,
Not any other,
From may be a good kitchen,
Whom people call mother.
I could eat, I could drink, I could even breathe,
All what my mother sent into me,
I could very well feel.
I am happy I don’t remember the feeling I had,
May be to get out of this clumsy bloody place,
Yes, I was sad.
I wanted to look out, come out, into a so called beautiful world,
But I was tied to my mum, I was helpless,
So I kicked with anger coz I dint always want to be curled.
I jumped, I pushed, I kicked, I cried,
But all that I got in return was Nothing,
Though I tried.
My mum told me “Baby you’ve gotto be patient and calm,
Coz u need to get ears, nose n eyes,
Not only arms”
For almost less than three century days,
I had to wait n wait,
Until I landed into this world,
Where life was just a game of fate!
As soon as I stepped into this world,
I cried n cried,
Coz I knew I came into a darker place,
N people had, to me, jus lied.
Life in this world in definitely not like in the womb,
And there is no such darkness again,
Unless u r in the tomb.
Though I am glad I don’t remember all this,
I am sad…
Coz she remembers everything she has done to bring up this lad.






