I am pregnant.

by Purvi Gadia   Apr 16, 2018

The tides of time sway the foam of my memories -
my memory is not the best.

I am pregnant with lifelessness in me;
my baby growing bigger each day.
(I believe I conceived it when I was unconscious)

My baby feeds on me in secret –

they are not aware of it;
knowledge shall spread like wildfire
only from the day
when my lifeless baby is born to death.

My baby feeds on me in regularity –

it sucks on my energy each morn each night
as I mourn its existence in each of my prayers;

it grows and strengthens,
as I dilapidate and weaken.

Abortion is not an option.

Two months more:
my baby will begin to grow bigger than ever,
and harder than ever it will be
for me to keep my bump from visibility.

I am in preparation for those days.
(I shall have none to tend to me
once I reach phases of tender care requirement.)

And I wonder —
what then?

After all,
there will come a day
when I will have to give birth.

11:16 a.m.
16 April 2018.


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  • 1 week ago

    by Sinners gospel

    But these days you are giving birth to some really good poems one after the another. Glad to see it's nominated.

  • 1 week ago

    by Ben Pickard

    I will nominate this later, Purvi. Excellent writing.

    Take care,


  • 1 week ago

    by Mihir Deshmukh

    There’s a certain clarity, a certain understanding and acceptance of reality, a certain degree of maturity in this that shows how deep it has set itself inside you and how bravely you soldier on everyday to fight it! But as you say, the end my friend is inevitable and when world comes crashing what will you do!?