My Mother's Womb

An attire of zygote I wore when I first resided in her personal and cordial room,

She recognized me first when her red periods stopped to arrive and bloom,

Then surrendering herself to various tests, her tears celebrated when they came to know that she was conceived,

From that day she started to groom me safely like I am the brightest thing for her to achieve.

I was put in a shell where darkness personified the word love and safety,

A zygote was turned into a cell in the web of a lady filled with happiness and prosperity,

Oh! It was so dark that I could not witness anything except the red blood,

I tried and tried but still, someone was so adamant to protect me from the danger shed,

She touched my soul terming me as some name of embryo sack,

A neutral tube was I who everything in the darkness did lack,

Her food and beverages were all shared between us explaining to me the relation,

Yes, I am getting nurtured in my mother's womb without any tension,

Her peaceful home developed my spinal cord and mindless brain,

For gifting me eyes, nose, and ears a lot of pressure she did drain,

Yes, when I continued my ninth week in my mother's womb persistently,

She chanted me into a fetus developing my stage of birth continuously,

She had various weapons with her to keep me safe during my stay in her womb,

She gifted me her uterus which chanted some magic forcing me to develop and grow,

I was blessed with a sac which my protected very carefully in her own room,

Yes, she presented me amniotic sac which wrapped a fetus in a womb,

Oh! My poor cervix was the victim of all my violence within my mother's womb,

My growing weight along with the pressure gifted by the uterine wall,

Oh! The bladder is quite cruel gifting my Mumma pains and irritations like a harmful ball,

She was my deity who snatched her placenta forcing it to give me oxygen removing the waste,

Storing every nutrient it thrashed my every bad and harmful taste,

After several kicks and Pains, my brave lady decided to bring me to this world,

She forced her vagina with cruelty to give birth to her child as she was told,

A girl who was stuck in her mother's womb finally came out fearfully,

Gifting some scars in the umbilical cord, she was now missing her womb terribly,

In the world of the darkness where nothing seems bright, a child still starves,

How can a small cocoon-like womb protect it from seed for making it large,

Yes, when I came to this world, I realized that I was so strong like a tomb,

But, yes, I am proud that I am the product of my mother's wealthy womb.