Birth

A disgusting act,
Performed to signify a lifelong pact,
Sometimes without it,
Merely in a spur of the moment,
In answer to a craving,
With senses raving,
A few seconds of joy,
Triggering months of agony,
A burden borne as penance,
By the two who profess its creation, by choice or by chance,
Do they really know what created life?
Is it an entangling of bodies of husband and wife?
Or some inexplicable force?
That brings in and runs life's course?
The sprouting of the offspring softens their hearts.
Transforming them gradually from spouses to parents,
Whence came this purity, suddenly after marrying?
Did it exist all along or develop in carrying?
When did these minds get clear of all the stench,
A lot of which makes one's mind wrench,
Acts in a gross sense disgusting,
Both intercourse and birthgiving,
Deep down, however, beneath the seeming filth and dirt,
Lies beauty, purity, innocence and a life yet to see all that - a child.

Written on 18th May, 2016 at B001, H13, IIT Bombay at 3:46am