BLOOD AND FLESH

 --NIKHIL JOSHI

They were waiting…

Waiting for my arrival

On this beautiful planet earth

In the womb of mother

I heard them

Talking about celebration

I felt the touch of mother

I heard her songs for me

I felt the warmth of clothe

She knitted for me

I too was waiting to see her

But now I hear…

I hear them wrangling

Discussing something filthy   

They have come to make out

I’m of the gender of my mother

They are displeased to this

And now…

They are waiting…

Waiting for me to arrive

The womb is getting flooded

By the tears of my mother

Which she could not express to them

I was now waiting…

Waiting for uncertainty…

Why didn’t they slay my mother?

She was too of my gender

Perhaps because

she is a useful creature to them

all of a sudden

Something pierced the womb

Scattered me into pieces

Of blood and flesh

They could not wait

Even for my arrival

Only the mother feels

I could not arrive.