Substitute

Someday
I will join you.

Till then
Let me not see you in your bridal cloths,
You wear it everyday.
Let me not hide away with your Silver ear rings,
The mirror is too dirty to look at me wearing it.

They speak too little
Rest is like the whistle of a storm,
Rest is what you so loudly call a 'drama'.

Because they don't even say that i will join you,
May be they don't have to say that i will someday,
Someday,
I shall join you.

Till then
Let me not hold your hand and cross the street,
The lights have different color at the other side.
Let me not sit on your lap and read,
It has a comedy of my stomach written there between it.

They look at me with decorated patience.
Rest is the process of substitution
The nature's way that old ones die and new has to live.

Because i am trying to feel how it feels,
Because i am learning that i should not actually feel it,
When the touch of their hands pass roughly through my belly.

Because I am trying hard to imagine,
Because I am learning not to scream,
When a dozen pieces of different sized life penetrate me in a single day.

Because I am trying to smell it
Because I am learning that the fragrance is deadly,
When i have to bloom for varieties of their spring.

Someday,
I will join you.

Till then
Let me not feed from your breasts,
I taste too many of fathers in it.
Let me not keep looking at you,
I may fall in love with motherhood...somewhere inside me !!!