The Voice Of A Life

By Swathi Priya

The voice of a life that was abandoned. Ma, I am grateful for I was formed inside you. You let me be with you for 40 weeks. I am deeply touched for you protected me. You had a choice to let me dissolve. You had the right to let go off me as early as in your womb. Instead, you endured me. Ma, I am grateful for I was formed inside you. With great fortitude you pushed me out for the sunshine to kiss me. While you held me softly close to your heart and heard me coo, your calling rang a bell. Sadly, you had to drag yourself miles away from me. I feel your pain, ma. I ascertain you would have chosen me if you had that choice.

Do not regret, ma. Soothing beam of the sun and calming light of the moon reminds me of the warmth of your womb, every day. In those seconds I realise your tenderness, and wonder how beautiful you are. I gaze you in awe for if the womb time can be such what can a life time with you be. But, ma, I understand you had to travel those miles far away. Wherever you are be known and assured I am in safe hands, gazing at you in awe and feeling your warmth, nevertheless. I love you for who you are and let me ask life another chance to see you, once again.

By Swathi Priya