When I was a month old

I couldn’t sense my own status

Nor could I even breathe well and catch hold,

I just had a shape of a fetus.

My mother couldn’t draw me alive,

Unless she felt sick, vomited on the day forty-five.

Gradually I developed and grow,

Within my mother’s soft and delicate hollow.

I drank and ate in her void,

Through the umbilical cord.

Month after month, I slept and slept.

And one day I dreamt

That someone told me— “Soon you’ll leave this placenta,

And be dragged to a planet of flora and fauna.

You’ll be under a vast sky

The wind shall smash everything fly,

The rail, mob, the bus,

The Sun, Moon and the stars,

The metal made airplane. Don’t be dumb found,

Fly with hundreds, hundred miles far above the ground.

There’ll be cruelty, killing, coercion,

Peace shall live on occasion.

You’ve a very little life here for months 7 to 9,

There you’ll retire at sixty and feel fine.”

I called him SENSELESS and MAD

Everything he said appeared to fraud and absurd,

I couldn’t trust his bright world and all was vain.

Since I was satisfied with my tiny and dark domain.

How could an another world be existing?

The world beyond my understanding?

All I listened was a cow and a bull story,

And for that man I felt very sorry.

But to my utter dismay, all those absurd ideas came true

While I opened my eyes, I smelt the real hue.

The moment I breathed in open sky

The man’s prophecy came true,

And I was forced to cry.

As I grew old, what was unclear, Gradually became crystal clear

I could be able to read the life and its varied feature.

I saw, I realized, I enjoyed

Forgetting every divination, I solely engaged.

Then again the man appear to my trance,

And told me the same thing he said while I was fetus.

“This life may only add a zero with your life of 7 to 9

And then again be dragged to a world of Hell or Heaven.

Be ready, Oh Man! Your last call is by hard;

Soon be in a womb of three and a half yard!”

I again begin suffering from the conflict of belief and disbelief.

Can’t sort out from within, the remedy to get relief.

Again I’m bamboozled and can’t rely,

I don’t know,

Is he mad or am I?