What is that I hear???
Oh! It’s them…
The feelings in her are hard to discern,
Whether gloomy or pleased?
What is that I hear?
Within this cocoon of comfort and belonging,
It’s him!
The confusion radiating from them is inscrutable.
The atmosphere suddenly so constricted,
As I hear the doctor talking to them.
The Doppler accentuating my tiny heartbeats,
The possible inquest I’m being subjected to.
And suddenly I hear everything turn ever so quiet,
Or i’m hearing nothing at all,
Are you there?
What’s happening, I cannot perceive…
What is that alien object I see?
So sinister, glittery and sharp,
Ouch mama! The thing is trying to reach me;
Make it stop! Take it out!
It hurts so,
My tiny frame cannot take this pain anymore…
There’s something floating all around in my sac,
I can’t do anything but swallow it all,
It’s burning thru’ my chest,
I can take this no more…
These hands ripped out from within you,
Are the same that would have held your finger,
They’re my petite feet that you would have led me on,
My face that would have brought a smile on many,
My tummy and chest in which my tiny heart has ceased to beat…
What could have induced you to do this to me mama?
Was there a plausible cause?
This tiny li’l me within you that was so looking forward,
To being held close to your heart…
Do you know I had already identified you as my own?
That I could smile, frown and cry even though you couldn’t see?
Could hear and respond to every single word you’ll articulated.
You will remember me, won’t you ma?
You won’t forget me, will you?
No… I think not…
I will not allow you to,
‘Cos I love you so much…
I know time is fatuous,
It’s led me away into world’s unknown…
…Away from that shimmering moment,
That would have been my infinitesimal life!
Copyright(c) 2007 Shivnita
Dedicated to all the mothers, both wed and unwed, to keep in mind that a child is a gift from God, and has a right to life like we do.
4 comments:
1stly thanks for commenting.
And ths one reminded me of one of my works "Open the Door Mama" it's called.
Well th 1st 2 paras had th essence of Sufism( u know its lke the perspective of God tht His Beloved has 4 him).Well, tht's th 1st impression I got .
N I was not 'xpecting it to turn out something different,completely transforming my initial pre-fixed notion. The thought pattern is extremely well put and seems lke a kiddo was speaking to his mama n the womb.
Once I read it fully, I wholly loved it .
Overall a good thought process.
However , u can do better with a li'l stress on ur presentation part,I mean jus b a bit careful while posting.
Stay well.
Cheers !
:) :)
From mid way, it was more as if the li'l one was talking to his mother from outside the womb.. u see, its life had already ebbed out. I was inspired to write this coz I knew someone who had actually done it to the baby growing in her womb when the it was 6 months old. It’s a time when the baby is a full fledged being and to terminate it would mean to kill it by cutting out its body parts bit by bit.. I think it’s a very cruel thing to do.. n that's why i wrote this.
Thanks for your suggestion though. Eventhough my thought process was essentially working from a different perspective, i still appreciate what u had to say.
Thanks again.
ya,
esp in India , these things r common, esp in villages and even in towns, metros.Open th newspaper and one wd get a daily dose of it.Jus hate them.
Appreciate ur concern n th honest effort.
:)
I see the same phrase "God's Best Gift" in my mmumma's eyes too... I don't know whether you perceived this from a mother's viewpoint or a baby's but whatever be the case it has been a splendid xpression throughout...
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