Nine Months

you are there;
inside my womb;
I don't know how you look;
the way they show in the book;
or a tiny tadpole as per the sonogram;
or a round small stone as it feels.

I cant wait for you to come out;
but you will make me wait long;
they keep counting months;
but I count days;
whether it be my diet control(or no control);
or my frequency to the loo;
I keep waiting for you.

now you have grown inside;
still without a face;
ten pair of tiny fingers;
and other tiny organs paddling up the race;
don't panic my baby,hold on, just stick;
as you already do,whenever in need just kick.

the day has arrived,it all looks difficult;
how will you be here,looks occult;
I am nervous honey,I don't know how to do it;
just take care,don't hurt yourself on the way.

FINALLY-

you are here in my arms;
nothing is silent now,nothing looks calm;
sound-sleep nights are gone;
oh I am so glad that you are born;
I check your silk;
and realize you are crying for milk;
I miss my maternity clothes;
I miss 'us' as both;
as I look at those pics;
I realize no one is inside me;
no one moves in,no one kicks!