First Love - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
I don’t know how I was created,
When I felt my existence I was not alone,
so many like me were floating with me,
in a thick ocean of pleasure.
Someone whispered from inside
run away to your destined land,
there is a room for one only,
join the race and win,
or otherwise you will be no more,
a panic was there,
everyone was running,
I also ran and won the race.
In a lovely and nice home,
I started growing,
no worry of food,
no problem of breathing,
I went on growing,
how happy I was, just sleeping,
no days, no nights,
a carefree life!
Then with blood and pain,
I was turned out,
I cried for the first time,
and started breathing,
with every breath in and breath out,
life became a problem for me,
hunger and thirst,
excretion and dirt,
suddenly I felt a pain in my stomach,
helplessly I cried,
but then I found a soft warm touch,
someone hugged me and inserted
a miracle in my mouth,
and something so sweet and soothing,
gave me a peaceful sleep,
and when experienced excreting,
I cried once again,
someone cleaned me,
and I slept once again.
Soon I started feeling a smell,
a smell I awaited and I dreamed,
I started recognizing that lovely smell,
and when I started recognizing her face,
I came to know she is one very special for me,
I started dreaming her,
I desired she should remain with me always,
and I should see her face all time.
Do you know why?
I fell in love with her,
How lovely is a mother!
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