Warrior In the Womb

Oh baby! Everyone speaks of a mother's prenatal travails that make you a part of this earth's tales. But, No one talks about what hassle you undergo In your 9-month-long journey when you're all solo. I understand what you are going through inside your mom, my lollipop. I can make out if you're tired or doing a hip-hop. I know that there's darkness around you I know that you're floating in a limited space I know that you're all alone in a strange place I know that you're listening but cannot respond You reach your mom's womb without an escort You feed yourself, you water yourself, you sleep by yourself You turn yourself away from frightening impulses. You guide yourself to your position of comfort You suffer heat when your mom munches on spicy grills You choke for oxygen if your mom neglects fluids. You shiver in fear when thunder-like noises bang your mom's ears You cry in silence and your mom never knows that. While your mom gets help to attune to her changing body, You grow by yourself learning to adjust and adapt. While a bunch of people help your mom in delivering you out, you unravel your own ways to emerge out of life's narrow channel. What an enchanting little learner you are! What a great selfstanding human you are! You stand as a lone warrior for nine months And deserve huge respect and applause I, your mother, promise to tap into your implicit language Above all, I salute you for your unwavering courage.