Wrote this for you anjana, nargis and Rev...inspired by Bri...whose..piece i have read..
From Tomb to Womb
It has been only eight weeks since I have existed. I have seen a life that not many see in a few lifetimes. It was one rainy night that I was conceived and I knew I was loved, I feel I was the happiest that day. The day I found life I saw tears in her eyes but she had met someone that day who told her to get a hold on her emotions. And she did, if not for him she would not have learned to fight. If not for him she would have died and I would have found a Tomb within the very womb that gave me life.
I have seen her in anguish, in pain. She bore all that for me. Whether it was coal on her hand or being dragged by her brother, she took all that from her so called family to maintain my existence. They tried to put her to sleep but she remained awake and he was there again as our saviour. She had run through fields, she had borne a wound from a sword and he had been there to save her once again.
I have been jolted, jostled pushed around, bumped into and I knew I could not show my disturbance to her for she had a lot to face and adding to her woes was something I wanted to avoid. So I lay silently not making my presence felt but I knew she remembered me every time she touched her stomach.
She even talked to me whether it was to find courage or to give me strength but I knew I had to hang on. After all we only had one another. I could not let her down after she left everything she knew for me. Her life changed because I was there in it. And she had shown her strength of character, her determination to keep me, how do I not respect the woman and stand by with her in this fight. Be her strength when I know I am her weakness.
She finally made it through many a pitfalls and it was all because of him. She called him Maan, Maan Sir but to me he is no less than God who saved her and me not once but many a times. He has picked her up when she has fainted; he has lifted her when she was hurt, covered her when she need to be wrapped. He was always there to dry her tears. He was her man. I am sure he is the man who would be worthy of her. I am sure he would be man who would take care of her.
He would not only protect her but love her. And I have lot to tell him. I want to say
Thank you for saving me
Thank you for letting me live
For I want to see her
Give her the love she has given me
To touch her and know she is mine
To tell her that I will fight with her
Go to the end of the earths with her
Be the best I can be for her
And bring to justice the one who gave her tears
Give nightmares to the one who gave her fears
Bring a light that will shine on her forever
Will you be that light
Will you be the knight
Will you be her friend
Will you hold her hand
So that I can be born
And remove all her thorn
One more request I have
Can I call you DAD?
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