Child In A Womb

By Pooja Jain

Nothing could have braced my heart, zest, body, mind and soul

To open up like this.

From beyond the field of perception and my flight of fantasy,

This seed arrived inside xem.

The seed started to pulse with life.

Each pulse and heart beat a minkin act of growth.

Once it began I was no longer my own.

An untrodden, vitally alive thoroughly woman.

A new phase of changeover beefing up

My world seemed sorcerous and larger than life.

Fervent and tear-jerking changes, development of longanimity,

percipience, valor and audacity.

A new me I have never known or felt before.

Everyone else saw just the alfresco of me

What I run hands over was different with every fiber of my veins.

The excursion of nine months where words and thoughts became

half-light.

It was sort of different like the luminous moon rejuvenating inside

the midnight of my womb.

I know life will mutate, things will change.

The one I will schlepp under the core of my heart.

My body contorts, stretch marks bobbed up.

My back pains as the baby grew and rotates.

Cravings for both sour and sweet matured.

Everyone says its indigenous, its beauteous to lighten my heart.

It will be stature when I will hold my baby.

From the music of my heart baby grows with ease.

Squirming for me chanting I love you mum.

Last days were troublesome and heart wrenching.

Feebleness, loads of bags, doctor file things in mind.

Contractions one by one.

Those were not at all simple as ABC.

Those labour stories told by elders were now making sense.

After so much of piercing, stinging ,tediousness my baby makes its

Vagabondage out.

I could lay my eyes on him, he could glare me .

I could palpate him, he could semblanced me.

And settle at last solaced and blithesome in my arms.

By Pooja Jain