Posted by: Prem Piyush | November 30, 2008

Transition


When a child is to born,
Everyone awaits outside,
To cheer up .

Inside –
The Mother cries-
In a room – isolated.
Of pain – immense.

The womb ruptured after,
Nine months of attachment,
Those days she have felt –
Each moment the foetus,
Safe and growing.
She loved it.

Then it comes –
The moment of detachment,
A new relation will be born
And she will be the mother.
But she cries of pain.

Every birth demands-
A pain – immense.
Only the Mothers do feel.

May be its the transition..
May be..
May be..
Only she knows.

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Responses

  1. I’m wordless.

  2. Wow!!!!!!!!!! beautiful

  3. Gave birth to thoughts also !


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