It was a red dark world called the amniotic space,
which the two of them inhabited in an entangled way,
it was coexistence at its peaceful best,
and no one was a tad better than the other.
They still had darkness in their eyes,
their brains ignorant of what can happen,
unable to express themselves vocally,
it was the sense of touch they celebrated the most.
They were connected by the same cord of life,
the same food kept them alive and kicking,
they slept on the same soft bed everyday,
with the dream of emerging to see the light of the day ticking.
They both provided the same amount of joy to their creator,
and also the same amount of pain,
she tolerated their mischievous punches and kicks,
but never asked the question with why or who then.
Nine months of darkness was about to clear,
as the day of emergence arrived,
for one of them it was a dream come true,
and for the other a life ending sigh.
The one who lived basked in the glory of a won battle against destiny,
a battle to produce a boy child as against a girl child or an unbearable burden you may say,
the eternal tragedy you may call it, but what's the point,
you need a heart to let the tragedy sink in, but no feeling hearts are left you see.
