I don't remember, but
when I opened my eyes
to the wonders of earth,
I must have seen in my mother
a trace of fear.
Lovable that I was,
she must have hugged me
before she wept.
I don't remember, but
anxiously from face to face
I must have looked
for the sight of my father
as friends and family
came to see me arrive.
In the end I don't remember
but before I slept,
I must have thought
the man who kissed my mom
must be my father.
And that night when the
neighbours came, to tell
my mom that I would die
in my sleep, I don't
remember but I must have
tried to comfort her,
told her I'd be okay,
and asked her not to weep.

--Ravi Kuchimanchi