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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.