Blessed are you, if you are born late!

The finest whisper I heard…

I was born a December early morning.
I opened my eyes, but it echoed through my ears is it a boy or a girl?
I heard my father saying back- 
Blessed with a baby girl.
Ohh...girl!
And let you be-
Blessed with a boy next time.
My good relatives consoled my parents for some better births to happen.

Yet another December early morning I gave birth to a child.
I opened my eyes to see my baby.
Someone around was saying me-
Hey, here's your baby
And it's a girl !!!
The very same relatives and friends stood around me and my husband.
They further consoled us both, 
For some better births to happen.

But this time, I made it sure.
My baby won't hear those words, that echoed my ears decades before.
And I wrapped her up, in my warmth.
And kept so close to me.
And I whispered in her ears..
Grow up my baby as a good human.
Carrying the finest of the hearts…
She grew up each day so,
While Durga carved-
the finest of the creature.
And I named her Eve!
But others called her 'she'...

: Parvathy Ramachandran



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