The Unborn

What ‘I am’ is ‘nothing’

But you know what I could be,

Now ‘I am’ just a lost hope, but

I was an immense possibility,

I was almost about to,

But could not find my way to light;

My battle got over even

Before I could have started my fight.

May be it was an accident,

Mom, that made me a part of your life,

You thought I would bring

You tears, which I was sent to wipe.

It’s your life my mom that

God had chosen and sent me to adorn,

But now you are broken

And ‘I am’ is nothing but the Unborn

I had a name in your heart-

Which could not be mine but will live,

You will never rub that off,

From your soul, I know and I believe.

Sometimes I just wonder,

You might love me too much anyways,

You always wanted to contain

Me within, safe from this scary place.

You knew this world would

Neither accept you nor me for sure,

We would have gotten a lot of love, 

But it would not be unconditional & pure.

It’s your life, my mom, that-

God had chosen and sent me to adorn,

But now you are broken

And ‘I am’ is nothing but the Unborn…….

From the moment you

Felt my presence you were scared,

You wanted to tell this

World about me but you never dared;

Whom you thought would

Be there for us in such a situation,

Turned out be a physicality

With imaginary soul of your expectations;

You thought I would never

Survive without anybody to hold as dad,

But I never saw you smiling

Nor wiped your tears – is why I am sad.

It’s your life my mom that-

God had chosen and sent me to adorn,

But now you are broken

And ‘I am’ is nothing but the Unborn.

I know I will always live,

Live every moment till you are alive,

You have not killed me

But yourself, so you don’t need to shrive.

I will be in every blossom,

In every caterpillar, in your every hope,

I will be unfinished poem,

Will be all you want, please you ever mope;

Nobody will ever separate us,

I will be there in no shape but only soul,

In this scary world of selfish

Heartless creatures I will be your atoll.

It’s your life my mom that-

God had chosen and sent me to adorn,

But now you are broken

And ‘I am’ is nothing but the Unborn.