I was in her tummy

When they took her back

They said 'abducted', 'raped', 'returned'

That is all they know.

What they cannot possibly know

And refuse adamantly to know

Were her tears, that soaked the moon every midnight.

They never asked her

Never, not even once

If happiness resides, here or there.

If she loved me, or wanted me.

What I was to her, parasite or paradise?

Nobody seemed to bother asking

They deemed her will unneeded.

Just like they deemed my little existence unwanted.

The only thing of worth to them were certain words.

Words, sadly loaded with violence.

Words such as

'Muslim' 'Hindu' 'Indian' 'Pakistani' 'Woman' 'Man'.

She would sing to me

Songs of different tongues

Every night, long ago

And then suddenly, recently all I could hear were uttered sobs and apologies.

They called her 'precious' they called her 'slut'

They wanted her back, but not in their own homes.

They needed her back, but sans my presence.

I was her blood her body her soul

But they wanted me out on the road.

They called me 'horror' 'dishonour' 'unwanted' 'mere worm' 'Muslim bastard'

But she called me 'precious' 'my baby' 'my darling' 'my life'.

They needed her back for pride

But not with her burden from the border.

So she cried. So she apologized

And 

Ran a knife through my barely beating heart

And 

Through her already worn out one.

She chose, she chose in a world sans choice

To let me go

And

To follow me, too.

So together we dwell

In the depths of a dark, dark world

Neither here nor there

But somewhere safe, somewhere unknown.