The life is smooth and plain
Just like cockroach feather's lane
Whenever she sees her mate
Carrying bulgy tummy through gate
She craves it and wish she was her
"God's time is the best" Her husband calms her.
Hurrah!!! the monthly blood cease flowing
The joy of motherhood starts coming
Tummy gets bigger, Body gets larger,
Withstraining her from normal routine
Yet, bright face like the moon of fourteen.
Yester pain was much, today's pain is long
Sofa turns to thorn, bed is now pierceable
Feeling like sitting on the table.
She sits, she screams of back
She sleeps, her eyes turn like ark.
The expected month is here,
Joys in heart mix with fear
At last, the visitor knocks out
Placing her 'One leg in, One leg out'
Alacritous voice of joy
Impregnates the Infant voice that joins
She smiles and tears rolling down
Her real love eventually comes down.
Dedicated to my adorable mum and other mothers out there