THE PARTING

For 9 odd months,
I stole your food.
Shared your oxygen ,
through the same route.
Infused in your blood
amidst the other nutrients
I mostly survived on your love. 

I remember you praying
in long dark nights,
days when I kicked too much,
Mornings when you cried.

I remember you knitting and sewing,
assuming and presuming;
my tiny little measurements.
I remember you reading
the good sayings through wise old men.

I've grown within you,
I've learnt within you,
I've consumed within you;
and 22 years later,
when I've outgrown you in possible height;
I still feel,
I am too little to ever go out of your sight .

Today,
the heart seems
weary.
Smiles too forced and dreary.

No matter how far I go,
all my destinations would undoubtedly lead to you.

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