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Will You?

Will you ever take form inside me?
that rush of blood, that moment
when the sperm collides
and fuses into my egg
and gives birth to you
will you let me have that moment?

Will you implant yourself
in my womb and grow
and with you allow me to grow
in mind and in body?

Will you show me yourself
on that ultra sound machine?
Or kick me
in the middle of the night?

Will you try to arrive
normally, on time?
Or owing to my age you would
want to cut open my tummy
to reach out for your mummy?

Will you look like me?
have my curly hair
and big eyes too?
Will you have my attitude
or my attributes?

Will you be my cause and effect?
or be ready to become
the sole purpose of my existence?
Will you give me my Sunday to live for?

Will you come into me,
into my soul, my life,
someday?

Will you carry forward
my genes, what I got,
or my destiny, what I made
into the next world?

Will you?
Tell me little one will you
come into me,
into my soul, my life,
someday?



© Shubhra 20th Feb, 2013

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