A Talk In Head Poem by none .....

When I was in her womb
Its any memory I can't recall
But it was safe & sound, I can assure
As I grew in my size, I am forced to leave that warm womb
And my eyes, for the first time open & all is unknown
Forgive for my confidence here, for in fact I am totally unknown of the facts
I assume this could have happened to me
As I observed later on, the same happening to every early child
As I observe this new being and she stares me in awe
I wonder how she is feeling being here
Where I feel the world like a normal man feels
Ah! Then when I was like her, I should have felt the same...
Alas! But none of those blissful moments I remember now…
May be the blissful ones forget themselves in such bliss
That they need remember nothing…
My world is what I remember
Yes, just whatever little is remembered, is that what I really am?
As these chatter goes in my head, which I know to me myself, This little being knows nothing,
needs nothing, remembers nothing and is nothing, may be to be real is to be nothing
Wow! I was also that nothing, then I aren't I the same still?