I Identify With You Child!
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I am yet to talk to you my child
I am yet to ask you how you feel
Inside the mortal shell of impermanence
Your papa says he has already felt your rhythms,
The heart beats of the soul that is YOU,
In his meditation
What does it mean, child?
Are my maternal instincts not pure and strong
In the true sense of the word?
Can I not sense you, your soul, as it lies
Waiting to emerge into a world as strange
And draining like the fleshy interiors of
Your mother’s womb?
I feel at loss to fathom your state,
Your aspirations of a previous birth
Who you were then, why you came to me now,
I am truly lost my dear, in the mire of living
A life I am yet to discover,
Are you confused and miserable too, trying
To wonder the goal of your existence?
that’s some solace,
At least we seem to identify with something!
(When you are pregnant for the first time, a plethora of thoughts plague your mind and you wonder about your state and that of your yet to be born child. Sometimes, even negative thoughts can enter your mind stealthily as this is an experience that you are going through for the very first time. Like the unsteady steps of a child you wonder what this is all about. Emotions of insecurity, joy, frustration, happiness-everything positive and negative come rushing towards you. Of course, with God’s grace, everything ends well and very soon you forget all that you felt just by looking at a part of you!)
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Nice poetry on the subject
Thanks Ravindra. Nice of you to comment.
Beautiful Poem, Shail. I loved it. I dont know what else to say.
Thanks Brinda. It makes a great difference when someone ‘identifies’ with your emotions.
Nice of you to think about feelings of child, not yet born. Nowadays peoople are not bothered about the feelings of living beings.
Keep posting such nice poems at frequent intervals.
Thanks a lot Hari. It is a great pleasure to write especially poetry and it is an encouragement when persons like you appreciate and encourage.
As far as the specific poem is concerned, I know, most of us humans have become very insensitive. We take for granted a lot of things. It is only when we lose them do we realise their value. By then it is too late.
Good one Shail.
Thank you Balaji.
That’s a touching Poem!
Thanks Anamika. I am glad you liked it.
Shail,
The miracle of a baby being born is taken for granted in many homes. You have nicely brought out the mystery surrounding the choice a baby/parents make.
Thanks Omprakash for the comments. Becoming a mother or the process of becoming a mother is really complicated yet so beautiful!
Thanks Sonal. Just saw your poetry. Nicely expressed.