Letter to my Unborn Baby

 They called it magical,
But I felt it was natural.
They said, "your face will glow!",
But I could only see acne grow.

They started becoming nicer to me,

And fakeness was all I could see.

The scans made others happily teary,

To me, they were hazy and scary.

They asked, "It's already time, where is your bump?"

I smiled but I was equally worried about the tiny hump.

I kept growing larger in size,

And getting constant worrying sighs.

I could not see the bump.

I could not feel you move.

Was I becoming insensitive?

Did my pregnancy require further proof?

I panicked, I cried.

I sobbed to my heart's content.

They advised me to be happy,

And left me alone.

This gave me more reasons to resent.

I can feel you move now.

I talk to you at times.

You know when I'm sad,

And you respond to those rhymes.

                                                           -Somya Mishra