" The Womb "

This poem describes the condition of the child in the womb of the mother. It is described in our religious books that the womb is the `KUNBHI NARAK’ ( The Dirtiest Place ) in which we all spend nine months before coming to this beautiful world. There is totally dark and it is heated to an unbearable condition, but we have to face all the difficulties. At that time we only pray to ‘God’ to absolve us from all miseries and pains, and promise to devote and worship him. But Alas! We forget after coming to this world.

THE WOMB
It was burning like a blacksmith’s furnace,
I was crying like anything,
And trembling like a fish,
Taken out of water,
And put on a hot sandy plot,
Where there were no rains for a long time,
I was feeling myself in a room,
Which was closed from all sides,
And there was no ventilation at all,
It was difficult to breath,
Every coming minutes were increasing my sufferings,
The owner of that room was too careless,
To realise my miseries,
And giving me more and more trouble,
Day by day this room was overheated,
To an unbearable condition,
There was no light also,
Darkness and Darkness every where,
Like the night of ‘Krishna Paksha’,
This room was like a big drainage of municipality,
In which all the dirt of the city was running,
The smell coming out was striking my mind,
And I was losing all senses,
Sometimes I used to run here and there,
In that deep darkened room,
But I was helpless to overcome,
And weeping bitterly,
But nobody was to listen to me,
I prayed again and again,
But all in vain,
After some months of time,
I heard some voices near me in that room,
And saw a light revolving there,
These voices were coming out of that light,
I was surprised to see that light,
Because I had never seen it before,
Being a tenant of that deep darkened room,
After some moments a strange figure originated,
Out of that bright light,
And told me, “my son I will absolve you of all miseries and
pains, you will be soon in my beautiful garden”,
That supernatural shape blessed me,
And after some time I found myself in a beautiful garden,
Different types of flowers were blossoming,
Three or four women were sitting beside,
And I was in the lap of an unknown lady,
But She was giving me true Love,
Her happiness was no bound,
You know who was she?
She was my mother.