I held self filled with happiness,
Pure, Pious and Pleasing
The day I learnt, that to whelm my emptiness,
Was to take birth a breathing talking being.
I guarded self as a fragile delicate flower.
Nurtured, Nourished and Nursed
the bud ripening deep in me. N felt did I, it hover,
As my dreams with fervent flavor, took to sail.
Whom it would look like, whom it would be like
What shall I name thee
I want it to be whole and healthy, be nice
I prayed to the Almighty.
The day came, the one I fret, and yet I yearned
When pain struck like lightning.
Pain I never felt like, pain I never knew
Came gushing from below to grip me into a tight clasp.
God I know not, how I met through
Screaming, Moarning, Crying
Feeling like being torn from within
I pushed, strained and pumped with all my might
And when I felt not able to bear it any more
As the world seemed to closed down upon
The twang of pain peaked sharp up, and heard did I
A shrill disconsolate baby-cry
I remained held to the real, by a sleek thread of conscious
And the cry filled me up till the throat, My Lord
I felt like I never did before, ever had I not
The child, my child, lay placed in my arm.
It twitched and grimaced, cried a bit more
My own flesh, my own blood, my own piece of me
I held it close and felt its breath
As it sucked on the breast of me
And on that one moment, that particular one
Believe me I found my purpose
I discovered my destiny, I discovered my significance
I owed to fulfill the vow of a mother, that I was meant to be.