On Motherhood

On Motherhood

Incessant is the wait
The nights restless
And the heart full of disquietude
The mind in tumult unsurmountable
Immersed deep in solicitude
But the thoughts are eternally connected
Ever so fondly
To the child growing in her womb
The love and tenderness is nurturing
The flower inside her to bloom
And then a mother is Reborn!
In the torments of labor
Only to witness the ecstasy and
Enraptured bliss abound
With the child close to her bosoms
And the beatitude around!

-Pradeep Wahule

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