Red, Red World Red

I heard the sound of footpace

Someone was sauntering in my womb

When her fingers were fingering 

The parapet of my womb,

My fingers were giggling 

Then after few seconds 

She knocked the door of womb

Asking her I said -

Yes Ma'am, how can I help you?

Pushing her head on the parapet of womb

She manifested that 

She wants to step into world from womb

She desires to sight the crimson world 

Not the crimson womb 

And I, her mum 

Accorded her crimson world 

By colour? No 

By dearness? No

By scars, scarlet scars

Which now saunter in my womb 

Leaving behind 

The crimson imprint 

Of her tiny little fingers 

And I try to hear the sound of footpace in my womb 

But all I hear is red, red world red

I am dead. red womb, world red